La Tortura de Lyss
Melendi
Lyss's Torture
She knew
That what that bastard was doing was wrong
But out of fear or anger, she never dared
To share the situation
It hurt
More in her mind than in her body
And in the shame of silence
Her heart withered away
The other girls didn’t play
The same game that Lyss played
The others didn’t strip down
Or share their birthmarks
And she woke up in her sheets
With little tears of blood
Lyss's torture was her father
More than a father, a cross
More than a cross, the pain
That the walls of that room witnessed
Lyss's torture
She believed
That after the dark night comes the day
But in her case, the sunset never came
No one heard her nakedness
It hurt
More in her mind than in her body
And in the shame of silence
Her heart withered away
The other girls didn’t play
The same game that Lyss played
The others didn’t strip down
Or share their birthmarks
And she woke up in her sheets
With little tears of blood
Lyss's torture was her father
More than a father, a cross
More than a cross, the pain
That the walls of that room witnessed
Lyss's torture
Little by little, Lyss grew up
Trapped in herself, giving up on love
Caught in fear, she didn’t know how to escape
From those fucking memories
Before dying
