12:42 a.m.

Her silent feuding, like vigor in the night

Her sinful ways and shallow lies

She moves in dark, the light disguise.

Faint tires mask her eyes

From a man she loves,

A love to despise.


One more shade of disgust

Painted blue on her face,

One more pain of lust

She hurts to embrace.


Marked on her cheek, slashed on her brow

She cannot take no longer, fulfilling this vow

She moves in quite, to keep pace with fear.

His blood on her shirt,

The sirens draw near.


She walked in splendor with no one to know

That one shot to the head would free her from this home.

She a dancing spirt, free to range heaven’s show

A mind that is at peace with the terror left below.