Locked away, never to see sunlight again

She sits on her rocking horse

Back and forth, back and forth

Her eyes roll into her head

Is the ceiling that interesting?

White, white, white

Red, red, red

White hands and red blood

Like cherry juice, unsweetened mind you

Perhaps a teaspoon of salt too?

Red covering skin

Staining it, sinking in, never to be washed away

You're stuck with it, girlie

Stuck with the red

You're marked, and there's nothing you can do

Will you give your mind to us?

There's not much left

Come on, it could be bliss

Just leave this world and hand over your stolen goods

Back and forth, back and forth

White skin

Red lips

White hands

Red blood

A silver knife glinting in the captured sunlight

Light that mocks and burns

It's yelling at her, teasing her

"Look where you are," it cries

"Look what you've done to yourself!"

She screams

And all is silent