Crimson Poem by Sindal Benson

Crimson on silver, blood on her face,
Beathless, betrayed and beat.
He forces his way, she screams in pain.
Crimson on silver blood on her face,
Tortured defiled and raped.
She cutting to get rid of her pain,
Death came on an angels wings.
Crimson on silver, blood on her face.

Come to me bird of the night,
Come and take me away.
Fly me to a land as dark as thee,
Where ones spirit may roam free.
Thee shadows shall become thy friends,
Thee demons shall be thy lovers,
Come to me bird of the night,
And take me to the place my heart will no longer beat.
The place were a tortured soul can put itself together.
Come to me bird of the night and take me away.