Story of a Dead Girl

I look at the world around me,
I feel so empty and begin to plea.

Satan my savour, take me below.
Give me death, I know you're a pro.

Take a knife, go right through my heart.
And go slow, I know you are smart.

As the blood slowly drips, I'll hit the floor.
It is then that you'll see the blood pour.

Then with a lightening of life before my eyes,
I'll let out screams and hurtful cries.

My life will then go with slow and pain,
As the blood seeps & begins to stain.

What once was a girl, is now a grave.
A dead girl that no one could save.