Her lips was painted red,
No lipstick can be this thick!
She wants freedom.
He seized her by the neck
Her sharpness is but a tool
Her will is tramped upon, freely.
She bathes in the sea of his ruthlessness and anger
His will her deed
Her silver Innocence stained with red paint.
She is knife, daughter of life and death
Evidence of his wickedness;
The trampled upon.