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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
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
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