White silk lined coffin
Dark hair framing her forever still face
Pale beyond compare
Rose red lips never to kiss
Cold blue eyes trapped forever in a stare
She will never know true loves bliss
Make up and hair artfully arranged
Covering and hiding the damage done by his raised fist
Mother and father weeping uncontrollably
Continuously asking why
Why did she have to die
They begged her to leave
To come back home
She had a choice they whisper
I stand in the back
Hearing their pleas
Holding back my own grief
They will never know
The fear and control
He held over her
And now she's free
Sadly death was the key
That unlocked her prison of doubt
White roses all around the room
The scent covering the sickening sweet odor of the decaying
Music playing softly
A requiem for the living

It is so sad to know that is the only way out of
the hell for some.

Sad how the Cards of Life are dealt sometimes;

Well written, CCP... and yes, very sad.

No one can ever understand the control someone like that has over
someone else, Thank you for bringing it to light.

Another beautiful piece Poet. No one should have but that one key to
escape.

Thank you everyone....far too many have found they key to freedom
through death its time it ends