Pretty* little thing sat in the corner
Little blonde locks
Shoulder long hair
You sit in the corner
Rocking
Back
&
Forth,
Forth
&
Back
A whimpering noise
Is heard, is spoken in the air
"Are you ok"
"Where are your parents"
The noises stop, quietness fills the air.
"They left me"
"They ran away"
Would you like me to find them
Where did you last,
As motion was upon this little
Blonde thing in a corner.
They ran but not far, I made them stop
"How child"
"Why did they stop"
"I"
"I"
"I made them still"
Confused lines upon a brow?
Still, little one are you confused,
I have never been so clear
As a head slowly rises,
As blond locks
Give a way to a first red Dye
Then horror is spent,
In mere moments
A completion seen,
There is just soft skin
But blank as paper, and then as if torn
"A ripped"
A frayed"
"A torn flesh revealed"
As jagged edges penetrate upon supple skin.
"Shhhhh"
"Be quiet"
As my last moments I see the true face
Of this innocent child
Its not Aaaaaa..........
She has done her deed
Taken life
Taken a soul
Taken it to a place of horrors untold.
"There Is a little girl in the corner"
"There is a little whimper heard"
Do not offer help
Never usher a word*
Walk the path of ignorance
Or walk the path of damnation
That I as others eternally now walk for kindness
Is repaid but not in the kind that is expected, **evil waits.
