You Must Die

A twisted mind,
The devil's backbone,
You're sick to me,
Locked in the terror zone.
A wide smile,
And there you sit,
People scoff,
And call you it
'It' is a bastard,
They have all swore,
All these words cannot be ignored
They look and stare,
What you did was wrong,
It screams and yells evil,
And no one knew all along
Except you,
Your sick little game,
The poor girl you hurt
Will never be the same
Tormented and ruined,
Her faith in hope has gone,
Forced into such hurt and pain,
And she knew it was wrong
That cold dark room,
Where her horrors come alive
You have been sentenced to death,
Now you must die

~ by Harley Cherry (C)