Marilyn knew not to walk alone, so she’d find her way back home when the snow and ice had thawed. She knew better than to rome the streets when the snow fell down in sheets, or they’d find her facedown in the cold. But she did not intend on a ride from a friend. What a kind old gentleman. With taillights fading fast, she slipped into the past too fast for us to find. Marilyn, they found your clothes in a garbage bin along the street, they found your body in a bag. So dark is man, yet we’re no better than the ones we damn, because every person can bring hell to earth. Michigain knew not to trust the snow, work is harder in the cold when there’s a child to be found. Oh, the shock of rotten flesh, and all the secrets to confess in such a tiny rural town. There are evils in this world that will never be controlled, but we must look them in the eyes. Marilyn was found, she’d been hanging around, but now she tells no lies. Though we try our best to understand all of this the answer’s not so clear. Still innocence we lose, and people we abuse, and wonder when they disappear.