69 by Midnight

She walked a path filled with memories
From the ground under her bare feet
To the dancing trees in the wind,
But where was she going?
She traveled alone
With memories growing more vivid.
Grotesque images flashed in her head
Like a bad vibe suddenly filling the air
A scream sounding in the air
Brought her to a halt.
A chilling wind blew
And darkness crept into the sky.
Fear ran through her veins
And she grew cold.
She continued her path
Growing more afraid.
She stopped again
In front of a house,
Deteriorated,
Covered in a shadow of pain.
The wind screaming the screams
Of the dead.
She yelled and cried.
Covering her ears,
Closing her eyes.
It didn't die away.
The voices haunted her
Every single one
Of them.
She stood in front of that house,
That diabolical house,
Filled with tears, sorrow, and
Absorbed violence.
She could of ran!
She could have gotten away!
But, she was invited inside
And her curiosity took the welcome.
Up the creaky steps
She walked.
Opening the door
Surrounded by Darkness.
The floor screamed
And the ceiling bled.
Each step cut her dying skin
Every breath was choked.
In the corner of the shadows,
A stairway.
Her heart raced
As she climbed the stairs.
Guided by innocence,
She walked one step at a time
Climbing to the top
To a room.
Her soul immobilized by fear
And her hands hesitant.
She turned the rusty knob
And entered into the room
With a cripple soul caused by
The sight of blood stained sheets,
Pictures and articles filling the room.
Pictures of mutilated children.
She was too afraid to speak
Too scared to cry.
A video camera,
Standing at the foot of the bed,
Showed her sights far too gruesome
For mortal eyes.
Blood
Covering a small girl
Laid down, bruised and mutilated
And rested on the bed.
A man walked to her.
Hiding his face,
He forces himself in-between her legs.
She screamed for mercy
"For the love of God, STOP!"
But they were only empty words
That could not be heard
By him.
He moaned
And she screamed
And screamed
And...
She turned off the camera
Her spirit tortured by images
Of this brutal ritual.
Collapsing to the floor,
She cried to a savior.
"Christ can't save what's already dead"
Up from the floor,
She arose.
Welcomed by a figure in the shadows.
Could it be him?
No it couldn't be!
But it was.
He stood above her
With a grin on his face.
She froze and stood in silence.
"Scream, no one can hear you"
Before she could run
He grabbed her by her hair
And kept her in bondage
On the bed.
She watched
The camera watching her every move.
Watching her
Kick and struggled for escape.
He sat
With his legs across he chest.
He held a knife in his hand
And ran it down from her arm,
To her hand,
Down to her virgin lips.
The pain sank into her skin
As tears tolled down her face.
He grinned,
Spread her wide,
Rubbed the blood between her thighs,
And pushed himself inside
Until her came inside of her.
Naked, she laid.
Cut and degraded.
Putting her life to an end,
He sliced her throat.
One look in her eyes
Made him smile again.
He carved in her breast
Captured in a picture,
A "6"was on her left breast
A "9" was on her right.