Black speckled in Red

Cerise drops dripping from her chin



No longer can she be here

Living in endless fear

Disgraced by her father's hand

and needed to take some sort of stand



Shrouded in a Veil of Black

As he lays on his back

She couldn't be daddy's little whore

No, not anymore.



Flowing rivers of coagulated rubies



Screams, sobs, and a river of tears

His smell and taste she still wears

As she rocks in the shadowed corner

No longer the victim but the mourner



Screams turn to laughter

as thoughts swarm faster and faster

She doesn't know what do

and didn't think this completely through



Cherry-red beads decorate the blank walls



Twirling the tool of rage between petite fingers

the pain in her heart still lingers

as laughter turns into weeping

as guilt begins creeping



Tears turns back to screams

as they continue down their streams

She wipes them from her face

leaving a mask of death in their place



Overflow waterfalls to awaiting crimson puddles



A crash heard coming from the door

as she gently lays on the floor

No longer could she be here

living in endless fear



Shrouded in a veil of black

speckled in red