The whip lashed across my skin,
leaving blisters so thin.
I hold in my screams,
Although it seems,
It will never end.
My tears were shed,
And my limp body stay
In the shackles,
There's nothing to say.
They laugh at me
But they haven't won,
After they kill me,
Then it is done.
They were drunk,
It was clear in their eyes.
There's that look again,
The look I despise.
Hatred,
It read across their face,
I think back,
Back to the chase.
I had almost gotten away,
When they had grabbed hold,
Of my husband, he died,
He wasn't that old.
I screamed in pain,
As they whipped me again,
And blood was oozing,
Hope god helps me, amen.
He took out his gun,
Pointed it to my face,
And his tuxedo full of blood,
That was once silky lace.
"Do it."
I said, surprised,
He had a grin alined,
It was pretty oversized.
He cocked it,
And set to my head,
One pull was took,
Now I am dead.
God left me,
He betrayed my trust,
Betrayed my love,
Leaving me in dust.
My mouth hang open,
A bullet in my head
And the wound was open
And there I bled.
