My Flesh scorched and forgotten,
For My parents they didn't care.
I loved him, but they didn't understand,
You see it was him who,
Through everything, was
the one person who understood,
The suffering I felt.
I had to let him go. So they say.
He helped me in the end,
His blood lust got the better of him.
He wanted me to be happy,
so he did the deed.
He stabed and sliced me 34 times,
then he kissed me goodbye...an everlasting kiss.
He burnt my flesh,
right down to the bone.
And now I lay her under this stone.
By Charlotte And Kaye