Thy mere soul and thy paint.
Forced to relentlessly battle.
Yet, not quite sure when; nor where to strike;  regardless of such, thou need not bow beneath thy sworn enemy like a coward in the night.  
Thy must remember that with time thy vessel shall grow to be rather faint.
Tis upon the beginning of the end, that thy brittle bones shalt rattle...
Whilst sorrowful eyes lose sight.
Now blind, beaten, and battered.
Hopelessly lost between what once was and all that has yet to come.
There be not a **** thing more mournful than thee, thy own soul withering away like a departing flower in may.
Thy trudged onward despite thy heart being shattered as well as scattered.
'Twas in that dreadful hour that thy feelings perished and thy had begun to grow numb.
What a remarkable day is to be rotting to the core like a corpse left to decay.

These nights are filled with fear.
Tormenting grins, sick displeasurable sins.
Oh, look another silent tear.
Pure dominance against frail figures,
fingers roam like they are at home.
Demanding hands gripping hips, thighs, anything in sight.
Always right there, never alone.
A future that is seemingly unclear
Tugging at every curve, silencing cries, punishing pleads.
Useless to fight...
Cruel shadows perpetually lurk near.
Planting a seed, making them scream until they bleed.
Skin so thin... it's rather sheer.
Pages flipped through like a book that wasn't meant to be read, at least not like this.
Being alive yet feeling as though they are dead.
Playing games, stealing worth, damaging minds.
It doesn't matter; For it's all the same through thy predators' eyes.

She was in love with love.
To her, it was everything.
Nothing dared to venture off above.
At best she was a fragile puppet on a string.
A beautiful rose may leave you torn.
It was too late.
She had already been pricked upon many-a-thorn.
And then the salty tears from her eyes had begun to sting.
Regretful orbs couldn't help, but glance upon the red glove.
Love wasn't at all what it was supposed to be.
This so-called love is a boy.
Why can't she see?
To him, she is only a toy.
Her mind is lost out at sea.
His cuddles and kisses were a decoy.
She's free, but not really.
He was everything, and that is what she gave.
Now she is nothing; for it was given all away.
Love was her life...now love is nowhere in sight.
What more is there to say?
She put up a fight; brave.
This girl was someone that not even love could save.

The sky seems woeful.            
Rain pours from the gloomy clouds.
Hail falls when rain fails.