Oh, little girl, why don't you leave your bed?
The morning is shining bright; rays of sunshine upon your head,
The clock did not stop, not a pause;
The night time frigidity, it slowly thaws,
And your tummy rumbles...begging to be fed.
Oh, little girl, it is noon, and there you remain,
The room is heating, yet you do not complain,
The minutes tick by like hours;
And the fragile butterfly yet cowers,
As a resonating tick-tock chips away at your brain.
Oh, little girl, can you feel your legs any longer?
It's late afternoon; has your will grown weaker or stronger?
You have lain in your own sweat and urine all day;
But your body isn't a concern now, that your mind has gone astray,
You want mommy--in your frenzy--can you call her?
Oh, little girl, it is night yet again,
Will the pain relieve or will it twice-fold begin?
Daddy strangled mommy, before your very eyes;
Then blew his own head off, when he stifled her cries,
And you know you can't get help--touch the floor--that contains so much blood from your kin.
