****** with a needle in her arm,
yellowing skin of liquid poison,
a shadow once of a man's daughter,
Pride he wish he still had & knew.

The cradle that rocked the baby
throttled the life out of her,
she's now thick of crocodile skin,
but she's bleeding so within.

The chaos of her disruptive sleep,
Happy when she gets a ****** treat.
Her **** rapes her as she sleeps,
its been a long time since she's wept

The needle crawls like a spider sometimes,
& like a child's fairy-book story,
the numb comes with a sense of calm.
Dead before ambulance arrives.