HENRIETTA

I don't know where this came from. It started with one sentence and evolved into a journey trying to figure out what happened. Makes it interesting for me trying to solve the puzzle so to speak. This starts with a grusome discovery and then flashbacks to what led up to it. It sort of circles back to the beginning.

She was killed without any lingering remorse
far beyond the plains of redemption
Six bullets in her body
Seven days past comprehension
The sunrise lost it's luster this morning cold and bleak
When I found her nailed to my apple tree
Sweet angel sleeping in the land of the dead
Dreaming of a life without misery
They used a crooked crowbar to pry her lose
Wayward drops of blood fell to the ground
Crime scene investigators asking questions,
but she never made a sound
The happy harlot Henrietta belonged to the street
Giving her love in many a back seat
At sixteen she had seen it all
Done it in the alleyways and up against bathroom stalls
Turning tricks for kicks a job she enjoy
Young or old, she didn't care she was everybody's toy
But tonight it all went awry
Full moon madness beneath the lunatic sky
Reason unravels, sanity corrodes
Midnight burns it's fuse and the world explodes
Benny the biker with his switchblade knife
High on crack he picks a random life
Poor Henrietta was just in his way
She'd been safe any other day
A chance encounter at the Bayside docks
Another case of rotten damn luck
Wrong time, wrong place
His blade cuts to the chase
Benny's mad with untamed rage
still fighting the war in which he waged
Pulls out a gun, shoots to kill
When the muzzle cease to flash, the night again is still
He has slain the mighty demon, for that is what he believes
Vanquished the beast on this fine summer eve
As crickets serenades he carries her home
Somehow remembering a dusty memory of where he used to roam
A sacrifice for the father from his delusional son
Leaving me my daughter murdered by my gun
Benny's far beyond the curtain or reality's concern
Of his sisters fate he has yet to learn
Peacefully he sleeps under the distant stars
Oblivions blanket concealing his scars
And when he at last awakes
His soul will die, his heart will break
I wish I could still love him, I wish I could forgive,
but I am burning my bridges I don't care if he lives
What remains of my daughter are pictures without frames
Moments precious, captured a past before pain
My son Benny, they'll hang him soon
They put the noose around his neck at noon
There he'll swing, twist and twirl
his death will make this a better world.