You live in my throat, my chest, my belly.
Where you are,  there is a lack, a pressure, a tightness, a blockage.
Where you are,  there is fear, shame, sadness, confusion, not knowing, not remembering.
Who are you, and what did you take from me?

You wake in dreams, and keep part of me asleep in Life.  Who are you and what did you take from me?
You block my love, my courage, my knowing, my serenity.  Who are you and what did you take from me?
You are an eater, a bury-er, a banisher, a ruin-er, a stain-er, of little boys.
You ate my innocence, buried my memories of what you did, stained my sense of purity,  wholeness, and wholesomeness, and went on to savage
other little boys.  Who are you, and what did you take from me?

You are the evil one, in a thousand guises. 
Visiting young boys when they are most innocent.
Visiting young boys when they are most loving.
Visiting young boys when they still own their feelings.
Visiting young boys when they still own their lives.
Visiting young boys when they still own their bodies.
Visiting young boys when they still own their souls.
Visiting young boys when they still own their history.
Visiting young boys when they still own their future.
And you took from me all that was given me.
You took what was my right to have.
But you never took ME!