in a puddle of blood
my dreams drowned in the rain
my heart aches and yearns for the love i once had
wounded with a scar that will never heal
left so gullible in the night
i am easy prey

people laugh and say, "that girl's not right"
they don't realize that their comments just add to the pain
wandering in the night looking for shelter and warmth
only to be turned away
i am easy prey

a man stands with a gun to my head
i yell, "get it over with"
but he would rather see me suffer
now the only thing that i hope for is death
i am easy prey

a mob rips my heart into pieces
i am nothing more that a cold shell
what more could they want from me?
i am easy prey

my mind can't take the thought of living much longer
there is only one thing left
death is the only way
i am easy prey

as i stand on this bridge
my life about to end
i spiral to the earth below
but i do not fight my death so near
finally peace has come
my life no more

i am prey no longer
my life story is at an end
no more pain
an endless nothingness like my life before
the end

©1998 Hick Clark


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