It was frought with cries of doom

The dark upon this empty room

And little girl, she cried with gloom

And pools of fleshy blue

And now she huddles, just to hide

This little child has inside died

The hurt and heart often collide

The drunken fist is true

Her eyes are black with empty tears

Each night she dreams of secret fears

And coming up the stairs she hears

The anger in his voice

She prays to every god she knows

The god of angels, god of snow

But still and still he comes and goes

And leaves her with no choice

This little girl is scared and cold

Searching for a welcoming hold

Within herself she seems to fold

Within her ripening skin

She's crying from the lack of pain

She's numb to every word he's slain

Her tragic heart is full of blame

It holds the darkest sin