From his gaze, she must shirk.
She would not be ensnared.
To every stranger, a little trust she owes.
He seems like a friend for a while..
He has to be a nice guy.
She flees from the hands that clutch.
She approaches their spot with resolve unsteady.
Her attacker has left her to her woe.
Someone peel off the skin where he touched me.
But still feels dirty and uncouth.
Every man is guided by lust.
I will not rest until he dies.