Slow kill

Don't cry on the bridge of starving So cold, first light Up here on the bridge of night Forsake me but listen So lonely So lonely So lonely For what? Up here on the bridge of night To fall it would be...

In the papers I read how they found her On her face was the look of death In this house from hell In the papers I read how they had found her On her face was the look of death, a forgotten prisoner In...