She storms out of the house
Running into the harsh rain
Screaming: Why? What did I
Do to deserve this pain?
In her arms lays a bundle of
Clothes, unmoving, tainted with red
That's how she found it in the crib
Her child laying in blood, dead
She rocks the body, calm and gentle
Screaming murder and grinning insane
Tears come as she drops the bundle
The red flows away in the rain...