The sins in her heart,
they tear her apart
starting from the inside out.

The wordsare the sword,
that re-opens the wounds,
while darkness wanders about.

Evil sinks in,
tears open the skin,
while in a vounerable state.

The blood drips down,
stains her gown.
Right now she is demon bait.

Hair soaked in sweat,
they won the bet.
Her life was sold.

At night you can hear her cry,
while the angels try,
to save her from the cold.

They grab her hand,
the demons stand,
not willing to let her free.

She puts up a fight.
Gets close to the light.
God heard her every plea.

No time to waste,
shes in a haste.
Shes in a time of strife.

She finally reaches the light,
After struggling with might,
in time to end her life...

~Charlene Douglas~