Despair

A long, white gown covers her body,
hiding all her battle scars,
she cowers in her darkened corner,
hiding from her raging father.
He's drunk again,
screaming and seething,
she slips through her bedroom window,
heading for her place of comfort.
The moon is high,
round and full,
she wanders through the desolate graveyard.
Shadows casting,
silently stalking,
weaving and twisting around her body.
The gown once lively,
now ripped and torn,
vibrantly white, a ghostly pale.
She lies against a faded tomb,
her head is resting in her hands.
They catch her bluish crystal tears,
as they pour from bruised and swollen eye's.
Her heart is broken,
wrapped in thorns,
her soul has whithered,
ragged and torn.
Her shoulders heave,
in deep despair,
she hears the angels sing their songs,
promising peace in death.
In her hands she holds a rose,
dark, jet black,
a symbol of pain.
She lays it at the nearest tomb,
the tomb that sits right next to her.
"I love you mommy,
i miss you dear,
your pain is over,
and so is mine."
She closes her eye's,
her gown stained red,
a stab wound to the neck and chest,
inflicted by her sickened father.
That faded grave stone,
aged and gray,
still stands with her name engraved.
A fathers rage,
the damage done,
deadly murder suicide.
Gun shots echo,
father lies dead,
sick and tired of the life he lived.
Haunted and tormented,
taunting voices,
an end to this twisted nightmare.