19 May 2012
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
I feel a hand slide down my thigh, On my neck, a breath and sigh, I move and turn around, An ugly guy says ' look what I've found'.
I woke in an unknown room, This ugly fella was my doom, For the next eight weeks, All the men, I was what seeks, They held you down with grubby paws, I just wanted to press pause, But I had no control, They had security patrol.
I wasn't the only one, Trust me it wasn't fun, There were others too, Some were new.
The police barged in one day, These filthy animals were gonna pay, So now I am free, This is the story of me.
Night Club • Opuss № I