Blistering sun upon pale flesh,
Her own crimson death,
Eyes that lingered in the doorway,
Vast a hole different sight,
Images she should have never seen,
In the darkest hallways she saw his face,
Gruesomely he smiled her way,
With a smile born from sin,
The soft pattering of footsteps,
Stumbling on this ground of depression,
Muffled words of hate,
A child’s whisper,
Burning into this hallow sadness,
The ticking of a clock in the distance,
Her life counts down the minutes,
This hell she can’t seem to escape,
Falling while standing still,
Screaming with no sound,
It’s louder then you think,
Lean your ear to the door,
He’ll cut it off,
Nosy little bug,
This heart of her’s as rusted,
Lay’s decaying on the floor,
Lost in the battle,
Destroyed in every crack,
A cell of redemption,
Clawing at the truth,
Layered by lies,
This silent abuse! |
