Water pours
from crystals of blue,
a stare of agony
looks up at you.
Lying on the ground,
bound and broken,
pleading to God,
but He has spoken.
A well known stab,
deep into a bleeding heart,
she looks eye to eye
with the pain from which she will never part.
Hope has diminished,
dreams have faded,
a worthless life
failed by mind and soul both jaded.
She looks away
from all that she is,
and he kicks her again,
down as she is.
Her being is wasted,
she can no longer bring herself to rise
and fight for her life.
Nothing is more real to her now than her own demise.