Desolate Youth

Alone in the corner I wait
Cold and naked I stand there
In his hands, now was my fate
As he grabbed a handful of hair

He tossed me wildly on the bed
A couple of hairs in his hand
unzipping the golden thread
Falling to the ground was each strand

Snickering under his breath
He now was clothless at last
I knew this was my death
And painfully he went in fast

I cryed and screamed
he was slapping me around
Then he took the knife to my mouth at the seam
and suddenly I fell to the ground

I was barely alive
As he dragged me around
Thought i would survive
Now six feet in the ground

No light, No air
Now I was gone
No witness to see
He was the victorious King, and I a dead pawn

No one solved the case
or ever new the truth
I now say goodbye to the face
of this desolate youth