22 July 2012
The girl cried out in anguish, Blood trickling down her chest, To survive was her only wish, There was no time to rest.
A knife had been driven through her skin, Inching further through, Tears silently dripping of her chin, She needed the ambulance crew.
The knife lay, shimmering on the floor, The blade coated in blood, She needed the ambulance even more, The room was beginning to flood.
Finally, her breathing stopped, The pain went away, Her heart rate dramatically dropped, She had passed away.
Now she was in heaven, This wasn't so bad, Although she was only eleven, She would be able to see her dad.
Now, you know what people say, When someone has gone, Love will always find a way, And so it did...
Terror Of A Child • Opuss № I