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Dee Thomas Jan 2011
The streets of the city held no peace this night
The alleys held the smell of execution
The lingering taste of gun powder filled the air
And a bullet’s mark which held no retribution

There is a somber atmosphere where
Death and life hold a cold thickend embrace
A twisted love affair of tainted blood
Held an angel fallen from silenced grace

I saw her little feet looking so blue and cold
From behind the trash just beyond the bin
What a frightening sound within this quiet night
From the state of shock my heart was in

She was only eight years old with many dreams
Living on what her drug filled mom provided
This ghetto, project housing filled with pain
A spiritual war contains heaven and hell collided

She had been missing for only a few short hours
Not that her mom would have known or seen
She was high on the feeling that pipe would give
Empty hunger bought a life she didn't mean

The man drug her to that alley ***** and killed her
Where the city goes to die but never sleeps
Now lays silent an innocent angel of lost humanity
That her deadly silence now and forever keeps

I will never forget her little feet so vacant and bare
I wanted to cover her, wondering if she was cold
I wondered if her mother knew that day
It was her daughter’s precious life she sold

I can’t fathom the mind of a person hurting a child
These memories I carry have no consolation
A man with a demon on his back together, working
In their grizzly thoughts of premeditation

I was only a passerby of the alley that chilled night
I never knew her name, I never saw her face
I only saw her wings upon the building
As she left this cold and heartless place
I was watching TV this morning and they found a young girl murdered in an alley in the city. it remeinded me of something I saw when I was 14. I know what evil that walks with madness and while I can never understand that kind of premeditation...I know what a man's heart can do when it is dark. Our babies are being discarded as trash and we can't stop it...I am so completely heart broken for her tragic death. I pray that her soul finds peace from this cruel and dark place as she lived only a short time.
Hannah Lambert Feb 2011
I hear it, in the dark, when I'm alone
It calls out to me, with it's silky voice
It speaks my name and I don't know why
That dark, beautiful, inky existance.
Sometimes, I want to follow it, when it beckons in the night
I don't, what holds me back? Is it light, no, light has left me
Then fear? Yes! Yes, it must be fear!
But it shouldn't call me in the first place!
It has no reason to want my flesh!
My blood hasn't thickend like that of others
It isn't touched by bitterness
It shouldn't yearn to drink my blood!
Yet it does, I feel the yern, it lends the yern to me

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