Choice

She sits alone in an empty room,
Filled by the night

Lately though,
Her thoughts have grown
Into something she can't fight

There is a creature
Who calls to her,
Who wants to come and bite

If she breaks down now
She'll never win
She must try with all her might

To cry and plead
Would weaken her
To a point she wouldn't dare

This monster
From which she's trying to run
Is a burden she can't bare

If only there were something which
She could use to make her escape

A pool of filth,
A wreaking ditch
Are the only choices she has left

A stab of the knife,
A flick of the wrist
Could put the end in sight

Knowing this
She chooses which
Will make everything alright

A longing look
A warm embrace
She's finally within his reach

A painful sting,
An evil gleam
He's got her

Now his queen