I received his call the day before,
we agreed to meet today by four.
He said “come alone don’t come with a friend”,
I wasn’t sure but I came alone at the end.
At last, I was finally at his place,
the room was dark, I could barely see his face.
We exchanged greetings, I gave him the apple I bought,
this time I was nervous, sweating like someone that fought.
He placed his hand on my lap,
I tried to make him remove his hand anytime it made a way to that gap.
Soon power was restored, I saw his eyes, they were all red,
I was about to get up but he threw me on his bed.
He’d hit me each time I tried to resist,
hitting me so hard with his fist.
He made his way through me, I was all torn to pieces,
Soon he was done,there I lay hopelessly on his bed like a divorced Missus.
I cried for help but nobody heard my cry,
I thought of taking my own life but all I did was try.
I lay on the tracks but there came no trains,