Sheet Rock

Through a dirty window sits an empty room.
How empty can be made a tomb
And long since faded of her sweet perfume.

Lays a carpet with stains that bloom
Under black light blooms bright and true.

A room embraced by moons bright beams
But never could part with her terrified screams.

And yet, it seems passed screams and beams,
Lies ghostly shadows of a young girls dreams,

'Flashlights shining down the block
And searching steps along sidewalks.'

But lights can't shine through sheet and rock
So, forever she lays with her face in shock.