There, she
lays, broken she lays
Crying she
lays
Bloody, she
cries, help me!
Tears she
cries, tears.
Desolation,
deprivation; innocence… stolen
There she
lays, quickens, curses… sobs.
A chill
wind like a knife, the knife
That
spliced her heart
That cleft.
The
intrusion, the scars, the shadows
There be
the moon, solemn, a witness, but silent
As silent
as she who lays, who cries
Who shivers
in the bounds of violation
Without a
voice
There, she
lays, broken she lays
Crying she
lays
Bloody, she
cries, help me!
Tears she
cries, tears.
Desolation,
deprivation; innocence… lost
She was a
child, a child she was
And now
Thrust into
cold arms, maturity
Tainted,
impure; so much like the truth
The
wretched truth
Indisputable,
and yet, unchallenged
In the cold
she lies by herself
Afraid,
lonely but angry
At herself;
in the darkness
The promise
of life, stolen
The promise
of love, beaten to a pulp
In an act
of consummation
Her
resolve, her life
Scattered
in the wind, her life
A seed,
withered
She lays in
the dark and she hates
Inviting,
delighting, she hates smiles
And flowers
There, she
lays, broken she lays
Crying she
lays
Bloody, she
cries, help me!
Tears she
cries, tears.
Desolation,
deprivation; innocence… buried
A single
tear on a silent prayer
Shining
through midnight masses
Down she
goes, her soul, extinguished
Crushed
She cannot
fight, her trust
Cannot form
the words, her lips
Her eyes
can never comprehend
Silence
damned silence!
Damned god
awful ringing silence; loud, deafening, a roar of the ocean
And still
she lays, picks herself up
Her pride
demolished
Her heart,
shattered like an ice shard
She feels
cold, but it is hatred; and fear
Aye, the
fear that makes her double over in terror
To dry
wretch; her last human act
Before she
becomes a machine
To draw a
line
To her
destruction
When nobody
can look her in the eyes
And tell
her the truth.
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