Pretty Little Kate

'Twas on the day her mother died that something hidden deep inside

Would alter everything that had been pretty little Kate

No more then was the blonde haired girl, who was her mothers world

She'd transformed into black to match the colour of her hate 

At night she'd take a razor blade and grip with fingers good and tight

And drag it over tender skin upon concealed arms

It wasn't pain she sort but rather anything that eased her thoughts

And blood was what it took to keep her tortured feelings calm

The first cut wasn't deep enough, she pressed a little harder 

But not enough to chip the bone or nerves to aggravate 

When the blood came pouring it released the inner demons 

That dwelled inside the complex world of pretty little Kate

The bloody cross upon her, reminded her of Sunday's 

She slashed again across the cross, so crossing out the cross

The razor blade fell to the floor, the blood began to flow some more

And she decided that enough was spilled to compensate her loss

Every night would be the same; she'd walk the dirty darker streets

Where men would come with money and to spread unknown disease 

She'd risk her life in alleyways with strangers looking down on her

Many times she'd thought to bite whist down upon her knees

On her journey home where she would walk the streets alone 

The hours of her painful day would always finish late

No one waited home for her and no one even cared 

As she was not the girl who once was known as pretty little Kate

But not enough to chip the bone or wrongly amputate

When the blood came pouring it released the inner demons 

That dwelled inside the complex world of pretty little Kate

The bloody cross upon her, reminded her of Sunday's 

She slashed again across the cross, so crossing out the cross

The razor blade fell to the floor, the blood began to flow some more

And she decided that enough was spilled to compensate her loss

Every night would be the same; she'd walk the dirty darker streets

Where men would come with money and to spread unknown disease 

She'd risk her life in alleyways with strangers looking down on her

Many times she'd thought to bite whist down upon her knees

On her journey home where she would walk the streets alone 

The hours of her painful day would always finish late

No one waited home for her and no one even cared 

As she was not the girl who once was known as pretty little Kate

An Alternative Ending

She walked across the floor towards the freedom of the door 

With flashbacks of his face before she'd hit him on the head

Upon the floor the blood had dried, no sorrow, she'd not even cried

In fact she gave a smile when she had seen the bastard dead

She breathed in stake cigarettes; stubbed out in an ashtray 

Reminding her of breath that he had spat out in her face

Her chosen weapon by his side, his skull with which it did collide

Was now a simple iron that she put back in its place

She looked at him a moment and she tried hard to remember 

So long ago she'd loved this vile thing upon the floor

The man who lay there quite with no threats to steal her confidence 

Would not now hold her back as she walked freely out the door

An Ending

She moved just like a glazier set adrift on freezing water

She had much to tell and yet no words came dripping from her tongue 

It seemed her heart had melted, 'though until this very moment

She was not prepared to live a life where she did not belong 

I stood before her, smiled, as if her tears had never mattered 

Standing on the drops that soaked the linoleum floor 

I built a barricade of sorts, my body was a wall

In which it's structure stood between her and the freedom of the door

I took her by the wrist, I felt her tremble and resist

Before I held her hand upon my heart so she could feel my fear

I found it hard to breathe but found it harder to believe 

That we had lived so long within this atmosphere  

I longed for her to kiss me but her head just turned away

As though I wasn't even worthy anymore 

This barricade fell easily with just a single glance 

I moved aside and sadly watched her as she flowed out of the door

Crimson Leaves

I came across a body that was lying in a forest

A woman here abandoned on a bed of Crimson leaves

I wondered what her name was, she was morbidly attractive 

I looked at her more closely as I got down on my knees 

Her lips were red as petals and her skin as white as cotton

Her vacant eyes more bluer than the autumn sky above

I knew it seemed a little wrong, I hung my head in shame 

But from the moment that I saw her I was hopelessly in love

I wiped the dirt that clung to her, untangled vines from raven hair

And dressed her in the fallen leaves that covered up the ground

I whispered her a sad lament and begged her soul to answer me

The wind became her voice and was the only eery sound

I thought I heard her singing and imagined her before me

Dancing just as freely as the spiralling autumn leaves

I never knew her name but she reminded me of winter

Underneath the pointing fingers of the old forgotten trees