She sits in the corner
Of the broken old home
With a crown made of thorns

What has life done to Betty
To have beaten her , bad
No sight is truly this sad

She once was an angel
But now ensnared in guilt and betrayal
Drawing circles in the sand

I once saw an emotion
when the floor boards creaked
But she snuffed it out faster than the Flame could ignite.

The say you can tell the soul of a person  By looking into their eyes
But she only has hollows where her eyes used to be
Two Bottomless pits into hell

Are you the person
That
Possibly knows
What happened to dearest old Betty

For if you are
Then please to do tell
So the rest of us don't end up just like her