he ripped the film for her her life stopped in its tracks and there's no-one she can talk to about it... it's driving her mad a lifetime ago, but the panic and paralysis are still gripping her now the mad stare, clenched-up fists, panting stale breath are still here, and she's still in his power she has tried to put her dreams back together and to set herself free she has waited so long for forgiveness... the years show no mercy this wound time won't heal walking on splintered glass: keeping silent, that's what she can't stand she's still helpless in the hands of the giant can't betray the family man night falls, too quiet for comfort her soul shivers with disgust her blood freezes at the sudden dark memory of his pent-up obscene brutal lust she has tried...