She sits in her cell,
Pretty sure she's in hell,
The walls trapping in the gloom,
How will she ever bloom?
I see her figure slightly behind the imaginary bars,
Arms faintly lined with scars,
Her eyes smeared with black,
Did I just hear her bones crack?
Long black hair,
With an unknown despair,
She could try and explain,
But who would understand her pain?
She regrets her birth,
Knowing she doesn't belong on this Earth,
Drastically misplaced,
Then relentlessly chased.
She drives a blade through her fading heart,
A desperate attempt to stop them tearing her apart.
*n.l.b