The glinting blade
Red blood will fade
Death by silver stick

Lye down on
thy cold stone
Darkness seeps
into your bone
The blades edge
sharp and thick

The sun sinks low
Is rays blood red
As you lye still
on your stone bed

Tears ran down her face
A face that was black as tar
Because of all her bruises
And that dreadful month old scar

He hit her again
And a new surge of pain
Ran through her already grazed face
She fell to the ground
With a bone crunching sound
And a scream escaped her lips
Her pail skin covered in rips

She stayed on the ground
She couldn’t escape
She tried to believe she wasn’t awake
And with one last hit she wasn’t

Little bird
Up up so hight
Higher you fly
Up in the sky

You fly into a window
And die
Little bird
Up not so high
On the ground
Not in the sky

The little girl sat in the gutter, like a rat
A match flickering in her left hand
She lifted her leg but failed to stand
She stayed in the gutter
She said her prayers in a mutter
And she lay down to sleep

The morning brought traffic and the first cars saw,
a girl lying in the gutter outside the grocers door
The frozen little body was as blue as the sky
And it was missing a leg and one big green eye

I’m alone in the dark
I’m nocturnal you see
No one at all will talk to me
They are all asleep
Not even a peep
Will come out of their mouths

They shoved us into the chamber
The soul in me was gone
My heart kept betting against my will
I have the urge I need to ****
A gun shot sounded in the room
I look at my gun had that caused that boom
I fell to the ground a hole in my hart
It was my time, I needed to part

Alone in the dark
No hope
Of finding home

The wind in the trees
A cold chilling gale
Wind wiping around her

A glimmer of light
A taste of hope
All drowned out by the snow

A cold frozen body lying on the ground
The figure of the girl lay still