The story you are about to hear is clearly a robbery
Which no automotive insurance or homeowners insurance
Will cover and even if they did the deductable would be too high.
I was recently in my bedroom fucking a girlfriend of only weeks,
And over top of the squeaks of the mattress we were interrupted by an intruder
I could not tell if he was armed but his intent to inflict harm was present
And as I sprang from my bed, with no fear of lead penetrating my head
I was shocked to find that we were once again alone.
Frantically, I searched for a phone to dial the three digit code
Simple sequence, Nine, One, One
The operator asked my emergency, which for the life of me I could not describe
And as we sat silently awaiting the arrival of a law enforcement official
She began to weep.
The officer arrived to find no trace left behind to display any evidence of crime.
I know that my home was invaded.
I was disturbed that evening not by an intruder's physical being
I was disturbed that night by a sight which I hope you all will never see
The tender woman that lay beneath me began to sob calling out to God
Immediately, I pulled away from her body to the opposite end of the bed
Like I had just looked into the eyes of the dead
And she just lowered her head, and continued to cry.
At that moment I understood.
After much silence she raised her head slowly
Only to show me the mascara dripping down her face
Reminding me of a time and place earlier that evening that she felt pretty
Now this smeared mascara was the artwork of a nightmare
Resembling a mural her attacker painted years earlier with a spray can on a bridge
Before he removed her cool heart from the fridge and placed it in the freezer.
The thief had invaded her personal home
With coercion fueled with perversion for a ten minute excursion
That ruined her life
And as she told me story about the stout man who had robbed her
My vision began to blur and I traveled to her body in that moment, five years ago
And I felt her fear, powerless and impotent
A wretched force over my limp body
The taste of salty tears and the ripping of skin
And the dripping of blood down your leg
Have I made myself clear?
It was fucking awful.
And there is nothing more I would adore to see
Than that man doused in gasoline and lit ablaze
In hopes that it might ignite the light of fire in her heart that has long burnt out
And every layer of flesh that drips into a puddle
Would be a year of pain and trouble that he caused
But I can't do that.
So I understand why the insurance company will not cover this claim
And the blame should not be rest on them because they don't cover this kind of theft
Because it's far easier to recover…
But how in the fuck do you restore the mental health
And sense of self of a sixteen year old girl raped on a side street
In the back seat of a Pontiac Grand AM?