Free Hand
Ghost hums, his sweet little lullaby
Lulls her to sleep
Even when she is black and brown
Sore from being beat
He wipes away those spent tears
As she shakes late at night
Her fear feeds his sorrow
As he holds her tight
Screaming and fighting
Trying to escape
Hangs his head, not wanting to watch
For he already knows her fate
Dried blood on her cheek
Fresh pain in her eyes
Soon she will not fear at all
For soon she will have died
Moon shines on her face
Pleading to be free
He kisses her lips softly For soon she will be with he
The dark night has come
Her screams is what he'll hum
It will take only moments
For her life to come undone
Time slowly comes
Whimpering on the floor she lays
Covered in her blood
Her nightmares come out to play
He holds her hands
Which are slowly growing cold
And he smiles at her, letting her know
That when her life drains out
It is a free hand he will hold......
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