Awaiting deaths knock to call at my door,
Often I wonder what I was put here for;
I feel the journey will be long and dark,
But death means nothing when you have no heart.

Hush little baby don't you cry,
Daddy left you with no goodbye;
Thrown about as you cry and shout
You beg and cry and bleed even more,
As he furiousley throws you into the door;
Next is his bed were all your memories were made,
Where he left you to rot and fade;
You hurt so bad deep down within,
But darling his acts were not your sin.

And so she cried, day by day
And needless to say
It never went away.
And now her heart beats sick and sore
As she bleeds out on the floor.
Oh crimson blood, I love how you flow,
Ever, ever, ever so slow.