Night...as cold as the  shattered heart
Her soul..follows, keeping it hidden and living in the dark.

Once the sun use to glisten off her pale white skin.
Now she lives in the ally ways darkness.

My face is beautiful  (she says) reflecting in a pool of fresh spilt blood

Words
Money is ******
Melts down a wall
In the ambulances light

Bullets spray
silent words never heard

Her story read
in her Writing , on her walls
Of her home, on the streets
Where killers roam.