BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

THE DOORS ARE CLOSED, ALL IS WELL,

OR SO THAT IT WOULD SEEM,

UNTIL THE CRYSTAL SILENCE IS BROKEN

BY A WOMAN'S PIERCING SCREAM.

SHE CALLS AND CALLS FOR SOMEONE

TO HELP HER LIVE, AND NOT DIE.

YET FEW EVEN GIVE HER A SECOND THOUGHT,

DOESN'T EACH OF YOU WONDER WHY?

WHY DO WE NOT INTERFERE WHEN WE

ARE NEEDED MOST? IS IT BECAUSE OF FEAR

OF BEING HURT OURSELVES,

OR IS IT THAT WE JUST DON'T CARE?

HER SCREAMS DIE DOWN, THEN ABATE,

SHE LIES THERE IN HER BLOOD.

SHE TRIED AND TRIED, BUT COULDN'T WAIT

FOR THE HELP THAT NEVER DID COME..

SHE LEFT THIS WORLD WITHOUT HONOR,

WITHOUT LOVE, WITHOUT HUSBAND OR

A CHILD. SHE LEFT THIS WORLD MUCH TOO

EARLY, SHE WAS TOO TRUSTING AND TOO

WILD.

SHE TRIED TO MAKE SOME MONEY

BY SELLING HER BODY TO ALL

WHO WOULD AVAIL THEMSELVES OF IT,

AND THAT WAS HER DOWNFALL.

SHE DIED AT THE HANDS OF A MADMAN

WHO WAS A SELF-APPOINTED GOD.

HE WAS RIDDING THIS WORLD OF WOMEN

WHO SOLD THEMSELVES, AND WHO WERE

DOWNTRODDEN.

THE POLICE NEVER FOUND THE CULPRIT,

THEY HARDLY EVEN LOOKED.

FOR SHE WAS JUST ANOTHER LOOSE WOMAN,

AND THEY BARELY GAVE HER A SECOND LOOK.

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