A god of love...

There was no screaming,
There was no sound,
Just a silent waterfall,
For my voice couldn't be found.

My trust was easy to gain,
It was so easily tossed around,
That I didn't even notice,
When he shoved me to the ground.

It was a few years ago,
And I never told a soul,
About the night I almost died,
How I was pushed into this hole.

My mom had dropped me off,
Innocent and naive,
But please don't get me wrong,
I was dark even before she had to leave.

Even to this day,
I can't completely explain,
But atleast here I can try,
Why I'm a little less than sane.

As my mothers car pulled away,
I walked up to my friend's door.
We were both excited for the week ahead,
We had several plans and then some more.

We walked down to the park,
She wanted me to meet someone,
And as the sky grew dark,
He pulled up in his car.

A green pedo looking van,
That should have been my first clue,
But inside we climbed,
Because why shouldn't I trust her through and through.

When I looked up at the driver,
I couldn't believe my eyes,
He was unbelievably gorgeous,
A god full of lies.

He looked at me and smiled,
And I think my heart skipped a beat,
He said the pleasure was all his,
As I sat on the edge of my seat.

He told me I was beautiful,
And he couldn't believe his eyes,
That I had to be supernatural,
A goddess incapable of lies.

A leaned a little closer,
Scared out of my mind,
That this was some illusion,
Or scared that I'd go blind.

He sped off in a hurry,
To pick up my friends boy,
She talked to me the whole way,
About how he was a toy.

Then I smelled something weird,
As this god smoked this little stick,
He said it was called weed,
And for me to take a hit.

So of course I did,
I wanted to impress this god like thing,
Then all of a sudden I felt funny,
Like I had become a king.

I couldn't stop laughing,
And they told me I was high,
We all spent the next few days,
Feeling like we could never die.

And as these days progressed,
I fell in love with that god,
How was I to know that he was the devil,
And to him I was just sod.

One day we all took separate cars,
I rode with him to his place,
But my friend had gotten lost,
Made a wrong turn during the chase.

She said she'd be there in a few,
So the god pulled out this weird shaped glass,
And told me to take a hit,
That it was synthetic grass.

He said this stuff was called k2,
Its name was down to earth,
That I would be okay,
That I'd love it with all I was worth.

So I inhaled the smoke,
And felt nothing at first,
Then the wall started to move,
And my vision started to disperse.

I told him something was wrong,
That I didn't feel alright,
Liquid fire was all throughout my body,
And I was losing my sight.

My heartbeat was racing fast,
It was going to explode,
My body was freezing cold,
I was having some weird episode.

My lips had turned blue,
My eyes had grown red,
There was no way I would live,
I wanted to be dead.

He told me I'd be fine,
As I went through unimaginable pain,
Then I started throwing up,
As my consciousness started to wane.

He told me to stay awake,
And he carried me to the floor,
I was to weak to move or even make a noise,
And he saw this as a chance to explore.

He slipped a hand into my shirt,
And whispered be quiet in my ear,
I tried to get away but I was far to weak,
I tried to find anyway out of there.

I heard my pants unzip,
And then they were gone,
Along with my shirt,
As he hummed some song.

His hands roamed all over my body,
Until his hand moved into my panties,
And one slipped into my bra,
My matching pair of candies.

All of a sudden my bra disappeared,
And he bit down on my nipple,
As he shoved a finger in,
The pain made my body ripple.

The tears poured down my cheeks,
As my panties were taken off,
I tried to turn away,
But to that he scoffed.

The next pain I felt,
Was the most awful of them all,
I felt myself tearing,
As my mind hit the wall.

This lasted for awhile,
Until he finished in me,
Then he covered me with a blanket,
And left me to be.

After an hour or so,
He got me fully clothed,
And waited for my friend to pick me up,
Knowing he was loathed.

I've never really spoke of this,
To afraid to admit it was real,
But if a god comes walking your way,
You may just be his next meal.