Of Tragedy

Kicking And Screaming
Coughing Up Blood
The Sheets Lit Like Matches
Roar And They Thud
Against A Hard Mattress
Of Liquor And Sweat
Boning The Girl
Who Wants Just One More Hit
To Make Her Forget
All Of This Shit
And Wake In The Morning
Sore But Still Fit
She'll Fight For Her Pride
Though She Knows It's Been Lost
And She'll Fight For Her Freedom
Against All The Odds
She'll Struggle For Hours
And Days Without End
Her Wounds Healing Over
And Starting Again
He Walks In The Room
After Weeks Of The Pain
He Cuts All The Bonds
And Calls It A Game
She Runs For The Door
Panic Flooding Her Veins
And Hits It With Shock
As She Hears The Loud Bang
The Pistol Will Gleam
In The Dim Basement Light
And Up He Will Take Her
Ascending The Flight
Her Body Stays Hidden
As Her Soul Flies Away
She's Kicking And Screaming
Wants Revenge For This Day
You'd Never Expect It
The Cold, Quiet Girl
Wakes From The River
And Lets Down Her Curls
But Some Are Now Missing
In Pieces, As She
And Though She's In Pieces
She's Never At Peace.