The Silhouette

She’s the little girl
With the pink blanket
Hair done up in pig tales
With the flawless smile
Hiding in the shadows
Buried back against the wall

He’s the silhouette at the window
Looking for a gap in the blinds
Looking for a way to stare in
At her angelic perfection
Her dear sweet innocence
That he swore he’d steal
He’d take in a vengeful rage

She’s huddling there
Jumping at every sound
Is it him, are those his footsteps?
She’s just a little girl
Scared of him and all the world

Crunch crunch goes the snow
And the room grows oh so cold
He’s there on the other side
She’s curled so tight
In a failed attempt to hide
He’s coming for her
She swore she’d never scream

He can see in through the window
See her huddling so close
In her desperate attempt to get away
Doesn’t she know, the world isn’t safe
Nowhere, but in the arms of the attacker

The window it crashes
The glass shatters down
The world goes slow
And the room
Frozen in cold
How it ended,
They’ll never know.