Cursed by the man she called her own,
She woke to find her dreams had flown.
Tired of his toy he now defamed
And thrust her from him, unashamed,
To find refuge among her kind;
Then went to meet his latest find.
Black as the night from pole to pole
The world seemed to her aching soul;
With heart bowed down and racked with pain
She sent a bullet through her brain.