The blood first trickled
now it begins to flow
down an arm so pale
a ghost in the pale dawn light
the tears poor like a river
once broken now shattered
no Chance of repair
struggling with despair
17 yrs of pain
flash before glazed eyes
a body once now forgotten
now lies in its crypt rotten
there was no light
at the end of the tunnel
no open arms or flames of light
just endless darkness
just endless night
