The Victim
She cried for the loss of more happier years
Here... She was nothing in this cold hurtful world
Just a filthy... broken... lost little girl
She hated the man that had left her like this
She licked at her lips and could still taste his kiss
The water would not wash his odour away
She had sat here and scrubbed through the hours of a day
But he crawled on her now, like he was there on her skin
She could still smell his breath and the hatred within
The smile and the laugh of the scariest clown
Gave her the thoughts to submerge and to drown
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