Crawling away in the midst of the night
The heat of her mothers hand still rests desperately upon her cheek
Lonely, but never alone
He watches from afar, the perfect crime. a perfect victim.
Defenseless, vulnerable.
“I care, i do. Let me help.”

She cries unto the comfort of a predator
Unaware of the hazards; of what he brings upon
Girls like her

She trusts him, she trusts him, dear god, she trusts him
She blissfully climbs into his truck
Infatuated with his eyes. Oh, how his eyes invite her
To a game she knows not of
His game. Dragging her through the hallway.
Screaming, screaming, dear god, what has she done!
Blood trickling from her nails, clawing at the door
Oh, what she wouldn't give for the  
Fever her mother, she beats her.

“Help, dear god, help!”
Oh, but nobody can hear
Nobody is listening
God
Is not listening
To the cry of a young girls
Misery