She is but, a little girl lost

with a tormented mind,

that came at great cost...

To bare witness, as she has done,

the brutality of death,

her mind on the run...

As I come up behind her, shadowing hate,

the message I leave,

will seal her fate...

It is her time,

she will never reside,

as she plays with the death, the blood and the slime...

Some of us chosen,

some of us choose,

some of of us monsters, have nothing to lose...

Innocence lost

on a dark winter day,

follow the shadow, come out and play...