Lame soul
Words untold
These are the products of the monster
Curled up tight
A shattered light
And swollen lips trained to never speak a word
She says "I'm fine"
A broken smile
These are the products of a monster
Gaze cast down
Big fists they pound
"Somebody please help me"
Red cheeks
Slowed heartbeat
And tears that soak the bed sheets
Hidden eyes
Bruised disguised
These are the products of a monster
Her hair is a curtain from the evil eyes of the Serpent
And the fangs that break right through it
It spits its venom; a hushed feat
She flinches against the heat
Dimming light
Kept on with all her might
The lamp flickers into the night
She will not give up this fight
I will overcome this monster...
