meet us in the eye

her skin is as white as paper

 blood dripping from her mouth. . .
somebody took her and snaped her neck. . .
all she renembers was two little girls swinging on the swings

then every thing went black

sacraficing. . . somebody would say

 no
painful tricks
meets the eye
count the sheeps
the girls said
and you will be alright
let us sing you to sleep
dragging you into a comma
your death bed
isnt that what you grown ups call it
were not quite sure
were only five and elleven
so teach us how to surrvive
your trick
cuz it didnt meet us in the eye