Rescue me, she writes,
with her hands all painted red,
She looks around for an escape,
to hide the blood she’s bled.
Kiss me, she whispers,
Into the windy night,
She waits for love to find her,
She prays in dulling light.
Want me, she pleads,
As she kneels upon the floor,
The wood beneath her falling tears,
Is clean and pure no more.
Love me! She screams,
But she knows they’ll never see.
She knows she’s broken, dying,
From the girl she used to be.
Kill me, she chokes,
Giving up all she has left-
She takes the gun; closes her eyes-
A bullet hole in the wall is left depressed.
