Depression

The tears swell up inside her eyes
And burns the skin as she cries
Does as shes told and on command
His charm is compelling and he takes her hand
He surges through her arms and makes her bleed
Infecting and growing throughout like weeds
One slash after another, the bathtub's a gruesome scene
Shes just a little girl, shes barely fourteen
Going deeper and deeper now all is numb
Listening so well doomed her to become
A wh0re giving him his sick pleasure
Every crimson drop is his to treasure.
Shes got little blood left as she starts to convulse
Lightly he checks her fading pulse
At last shes gone, a decadent mound
His ultimate satisfaction found.