Monster

She walks on the pavement
Shadows across the lonely room
2 am, what a time to run
And leave behind her only load.

Mother is dying with a baby in her womb,
Blood lies scattered all over the room.
The wound grows deeper, cutting through the skin
Past on her back, but it’s everything.

She cries in the basement,
Tied to daisy chains.
They pushed her too far,
Bled her veins.

Now al her nightmares
Know her name.
But she is walking out,
Things won’t be the same.

She is the shape of things to come,
Hides her wounds, starts to run.
Sun is rising, heartless glow
Turns around, which way to go?