A bloody ghost haunt her all day.
Despite the pain in her stomach she feels that ghost's sound more painful in her head.
It wasn't her choice.
Nor she was able to fight for her choice.
A girl once created him; but
He don't want to create a girl anymore.
He took the favor from a girl; but
He is not manly enough to return that favour from the core.
A chattered voice shouts for help,
Her hands aren't long enough to reach.
A little piece of life laugh at her
It kills her from inside.
She was the mother of her child
Unfortunately of a daddy like satan.