World Gone Cold

A corner of empty bottles
Filled with painful memories
There she sits, covered in the sent
Of Russian Prince, and Kahlua

Another night of screams
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Wishing it to go away
Praying for this all to end

Then came the BANG
Echoing down the hallways
And in the dark a silence took over
Tearing away all her innocence

Leaving her crying on the kitchen floor
Her hands covered in blood
The blood of her once known father
Who had taken away her virtuousness

And in that night the world had gone cold
For a daughter of six, had tears in her eyes
The gun held in her hand, and her skirt covered
In the blood of her once known father