Broken

Tall and brooding he stands over me
To impose his will onto me
Is his one and only purpose.

Whether I am willing or not he will have his way with me.
However much I protest, my wishes will not be heard
He will take me however and wherever he wants to.

If I resist then I will be put in my place
By force and by fist, my will will be broken.
The more I resist the worse it will be.

So each time it happens I submit that much quicker
As much as I hate it, I know what will come
The fact that I can know this saddens me.

But I am too weak to get out of this situation
My spirit is broken, my body is raw.