21 July 2012
Pretty little girl,
Lost in such a scary world,
With the temptation,
And all the complications,
Her hands white,
A cold winter night,
The cutting breath,
She was scared to death.
The sharp Manolo heels,
For days,
She'd gone without meals.
And she was tense,
Lost in the innocence,
Of the little child,
Her hair was wild,
Blowing in the wind,
Her father had sinned,
Fate had done a whirlwind,
Breaking a heart,
Tearing a youngster's life apart.
The Path of Evil • Opuss № I