no one can be saved.

it's 5 am.
I clench my pillow, too scared to sleep.
at night, outside my window, lurks a creep.
I hear the footsteps.
leaves crunching, heart pounding.
the creaking of the window,
I hear him try to enter with foul intentions.
speechless, I can't move or make a sound.
he has claimed my whole body with out even touching me.
sleepless nights, clenched teeth.
he is sick, he is twisted.
on his list, rape was listed.
in my dreams he holds me down,
holds my throat, and whispers while I whimper,
"no one can be saved."
around us are a sea of faces,
laughing and mocking my despair.
urging him to thrust deeper, nobody cares.
they watch as my life falls apart,
A knife to my throat, or a gun to my head,
i then I wake up no longer in bed,
Instead I arrive at the gates of hell, I think I may be dead.
I ask the devil, why I'm here,
he says, "no one can be saved, my dear."  
"No matter" I mutter,
my home is here.

-e.r