The Broken girl,
In her "Madness,"
"Forgot" her dress was sheer.
With her disconnected smile,
And her empty, empty, eyes,
She went out on the town,
To feed upon the gasps,
Of all the passerby.
She's a beauty,
Awesome body.
Angel's face,
Without the light.
Women, men alike.
They look on her and feast.
Until they see her scars,
Almost dangling,
From her thighs.
The slashes and the gashes,
All made from broken glasses,
In the tub of her apartment,
In the wealthy part of town.
The girl, she loves those slashes,
All those ugly gashes.
They are to her like lovers,
That with pain, lessen pain.
The people look away.
They all just close their hearts,
And look no more upon,
The girl of Silent Screams.