A puncture to the heart was what she caused
By the knife that was once yours
Your life gone before your eyes
And the end to all her chores
As your body lay on the hard wood
Just as she had seen so many do before
She wondered if this was how you felt
That relief could be brought from gore
It was true that she was glad to see you gone
You could no longer control her life
No more having to clean up your mess
All because you were carrying that knife
Some may say it was her fault
That she could have run years ago
But there are secrets that lay beneath
Secrets no one should have to know
The secrets of how she was your overall victim
Of how she suffered more than the rest
A victim who was forced to harm other victims
Who had her heart ripped from her chest
Then made to lie, to cheat to hate
To perform you're every command
Held prisoner for so many years
Despite all her desperate demands
The secret of how she did not choose to live
And how you thought she had no right
Constant beatings was what she faced
Long into the darkened night
The worst secret that she's made to carry
Was one that almost tore her apart
The one where you involved her family
Your decision broke her heart
...It was you who made her do it
Kill her baby brother whilst he was awake
The only other choice was you did it to the rest
Too much of her family became at stake
So over she crept to that little boy
Trying to sooth him so
Asking him not to look at her
As his life slipped below
Then she had to face you
Return to your smug little smile
While the pain tore through her heart
After something so vile
How could one person deal with so much torment?
If only the people knew who you really were
Then maybe they could see your hate
And agree with me and her
...Your better off dead
Away from where you're able to harm
...Your better off dead
so we can get rid of your evil charm.
