Little Girl of mine are they following you

Little Girl of mine, did you kill that boy? So what was your weapon of choice? Did you shoot that gun, or did you use that knife, so chillingly reserved, for all those lovers delight? Did you use your fists, and little Girl of mine did you come? Did you crawl around in smiling grace, or did you panic into a run? Did you feel that warmth, or hide, in all your whitewashed thoughts? Little Girl of mine did you kill that Girl, on bloodied fields this day? Did you hear the screams, then speak to explain, of how you are so sane? Little Girl of mine, do you want to die, I can feel your sorrows cry, though don’t you find that fun is lust and lost without me there? Perhaps you look to heart to see how similar you are to me. Please look around on these your grounds and tell me you’ve not won. Speak soft your voice, light touch your feet, can you smell your own deceit? Little Girl of mine, alone in time, alone on these plains today. Now, Little Girl of mine, are you free? With all this talk of hunting fate it is the only way to be.