Blood runs down my finger tips,
she is gone...

You left me empty,
you left me cold...

***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...

Dear, little girl
with the locks of golden hair...

Your my angel,
you answered my prayers...

Daddy,
I thought you loved me...

As I lay by your bed,
Watching you sleep...

Lying beautifully,
is a crime...

He Rushes away from the lifeless body,
Eyes red and full of terror...

Hold on,
Don't let it come...

It took us over during spring break,
Started with friends...

When it ticks,
My eyes melt as they meet his eyes...