Day by day, I am becoming convinced that we are living in the future.

There’s a silent knock on the door
and I knew it was him.
I’m afraid to open it,
doubtful to even peek.

I know that even I chose not to open
the lock would still turn
the keys will bring the noise
and he would still enter dark even it’s a creepy dungeon
it doesn’t matter, to him it’s something he desired, he needed.

There’s a silent sigh as he enter
I grasp the blanket, my only little saving grace.
Trying to close my eyes, tightly shut as if it will let him go away
but still the bed bounce as he sits
his hands starts exploring the very thing I’m protecting.

I let out a cry in the dark
waiting for the tears to drop
but it’s as if the tears itself are tired,
and even my soul doesn’t regained it’s strength
hopelessness collided
with the sharp cries and pain.

And keep thinking that there’s a star outside,
that this immoral sin will pass
and I will leave this agony, my world full of disgust.