I see the cuts and the blood pouring from them
I see a figure hiding in a dark corner, it appears to be Barb.
She is being attacked every chance they seem to get,
They are the cruellest people I have ever met.
They grab her and torture her poor body,
Until all that is lying there is a mass all bloody.
She takes the abuse like a soldier captured in a war,
If she dare fight the abuse it becomes violent even more.
I see them take her and tie her hands and feet,
They attacked her body in a single vile leap.
She is raped and left there to lay in blood her fluids all around,
At times her sobs strangle her air as if she were to drown,
No one helps her and no one seems to hear her cry,
But I hear the quietest prayer wishing to die.
Donated November 24, 2003