My Life, My Thoughts

Death

It all eats away at her,
as if she's its source of life. 
Leaving her empty to die.
Vulnerable to whats to come.
And completely oblivious to what she is to become.
Lies and decentment. 
Being tormented and beaten. 
Don't you see?! This is what you've made her! 
This is what you've made her become! 
Are you happy?! Are you proud?! 
Is this what you wanted her to be? 
Is this ever what you meant to happen? 
Lies and more lies. 
The bruises. 
The blood. 
The beaten and the damned. 
You took her life away. 
And with that her innocence. 
Her soul. 
Her humanity. 
The blood of the beloved... Now is the drink of death. 
There is no life. 
No light. 
No happiness. 
Nothing. 
Not even chance. 
It has all been destroyed. And nothing is left.... But death.