The Ghost of the Lonely Girl

the screams encase the frigid night
no one is there to hold her tight
he chases her down in the lightest flight
she stumbles and collapses with the loss of life
the painful jabs of his knife fill her body
god knows he did something naughty
the warm blood flows out of her like river
his job done, he leaves her left to quiver

she is too weak to go on
and she struggles to keep warm
the cold pulses through her veins
the spirit leaves the weak one
now shes just the ghost of a lonely girl
who had no place in this world