The Consequence of Choices
Written By, Nyce.
Strutting down the catwalk,
Hips swaying side to side,
The flashing lights of cameras,
Would be her cyanide.
Sheets of silk,
Gowns of lace,
The bloodstains on that pretty face,
She just wanted more and more,
But a nieve girl was all we saw.
Crying tears of salty sorrow,
Cream turning to crimson.
For this girl there's no tomorrow,
Her ignorance what killed her.
"I can help."
A stranger had said.
He came to her house,
ended up in her bed.
When finished with her,
a knife was drawn,
screams echoed through,
from dinner til dawn.
He left her to die,
a smirk now in place.
She looked at him, pleading
"Don't give me that face."
He finally shut her bedroom door,
leaving her bleeding on the floor.
Lying for hours,
pain so intense,
a single tear slides, down a porcelain cheek,
how long til she's found?
A day?
A week?
Blue fades to grey, as night turns to day.
Her body goes cold,
She breathes her last breath.
The consequence of choices,
ended up in her death.