The Death Of Her

The pain, the tears
the deeds end nears
the blood the hate
a young girls fate
a secret unknown
maturity is grown
her life almost over
this thing she must endeavor
he pined her down
smashing her head to the ground
her body was torn
heart eyes were worn
her wrist were cut
her life was but
a mere flicker
of sparkle and glitter
her joyous voice
was an angels best
and now here she lays
a knife through her chest
her future gone
her life no more
her gentle breath
in a world of gore
how to help this kid
help her heal and live
nothing can be done
his deed has already won
her spirit slipped away
her eyes never to see day
yet somewhere in this bloodied air
you can hear her song
not saying he's all wrong
but misunderstood
the revenge will be good
he shall suffer worse
then any witches curse
and watch his life
turn upside down
as people he knew
take him drown
the water will fill his lungs
he wont be unable to take a breath
but she is not so cruel
and wont give him his deserved death
but let him live
with his guilt
just knowing he took
a fifteen year-olds life
and stabbed her with his knife