Monsters

Blossoming was the flowers, her knees as red as a rose, broken in her dreams, its how the story goes, the bottoms out of the bag, her hair turned white as snow, the innocence of her body, you swear that nobody knows, whispers from the evil, he ripped her from her home, the hopes of a child was taken, the secrets in the wind had blown the truth is in the story, as sad as it must be, a wishful girl would think, why would this happen too me, monsters do exist, most would tell you a lie, by time the truth comes out, she only could lay and cry it seems that as much as she beg for mercy, he told her she still must die.