A victim of defile,
A crime committed by a sick pedophile,
She was found captured with no escape,
She knew in the back of her mind there was soon to be rape,
The room became dark and his touch was felt on her,
The girl screamed and the man was aware of her defer,
He did not stop, no not for one second,
He was going to get his way he promised and reckoned,
Then all sight went black for the poor young girl,
Then the man took his control and began to unfurl.

A victim of defile,
A crime committed by a sick pedophile,
She told her father about the night,
She cried as she recalled her struggle and her fight,
The father stood up and ran out in a rage,
The devoted dad grabbed his gun knowing it wasn't sage,
He stormed back to his daughters last memory,
He found himself at his stepsons dormitory,
Then no sooner did he knock at the door,
Then he saw his stepson dead on the floor.

A victim of defile,
A crime committed by a sick pedophile,
She was told by her father when he returned from the dorm,
She was tragically confused by the suicide after the condorm,
The day seemed never ending and still not a tear was shed,
The only thing going on in her head was 'why?' instead,
He was so young and tried to be so old,
He could have been a great stepbrother instead his love was cold,
Then the sun finally set and the dreams came more and more,
Then the girl woke up crying and wondered if he'd done this before.

A victim of defile,
A crime committed by a sick pedophile,
She now was sick in the head,
She began slicing up her wrists and wishing to be dead,
The life of this young girl is wasted,
The damage caused by the little bit of adulatory she tasted,
He could have spared her and then he wouldn't have to of killed himself,
He caused her to keep this memory on a back shelf,
Then the pain boiled to a brutal ending,
Then another teenage suicide caused by sexual offending.