Her heart shatters,
Her blood splatters,
Clothes are tattered,
Her body is battered!
Glass is breaking,
Her hands are shaking,
Conscience aching,
He started taking,
Her prized possession,
Her love and compassion,
The blade holds her passion,
She builds up compression,
Against her veins,
It starts to rain,
She feels the pain,
She's no longer sane!
Her self-esteems low,
It's starting to show,
She doesn't know,
How to stop the flow!
A smile creeps,
A laugh leaks,
She starts to freak,
Blood continues to seep!
Off the bed she falls,
Into the corner she crawls,
Tears from her eyes she bawls,
In her head his name is called!
Her vision goes black,
But she can't go back,
To the past,
Before everything went bad!
Her wrists bleed,
She starts to scream,
As if it seems,
To help by any means!
It suddenly goes quiet,
Except for the bleeding of blood scarlett,
It suddenly goes silent,
For dead is the harlot!
