She lays there motionless,
Her body frail and cold . . .
Hardly breathing,
Her exposed chest; almost still.
Her hair is imbrued,
Within her own blood.
The pain she is in;
It is all too unyielding . . .

Memories of yesteryears
Infest her bleary mind.
Vividly, she is remembering,
All the times of famed joyfulness,
All the times of great sorrow,
All the times of vast dander;
They seem so near to her,
And yet; so distant . . .

She is almost gone from us,
We will soon lose her.
She is slowly slipping
Further into the darkness.
Her body begins to twitch,
Her soul is taking leave.
It is happening so slowly,
While she suffers in her pain . . .

This isn't right,
This isn't fare!
It all happened too fast,
When he attacked her
From behind.
He stole her purity,
And then her life . . .
That perverted fool,
He left her to die!


06/27/04
 
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