In the dead of the night,
Moon,starts,everything glowing bright.
In the distance there's a screeching whine.
Clearly,nothing's fine.
Blood,flows hastily down her arm.
Why has she done such harm?
She begins to weep
As the blade seeps
Seeking the main vein
To cause excessive pain
The dying girl falls.
To the corner she crawls.
Sitting with her blade
Her vision begins to fade
And as red water drips
Purple,go her lips
It's just a matter of time
For all her sins and crimes
To be washed away.
She begins to lay
On the cold,hard ground
And her heart
Slows down.
