She could have been beautiful
She could have been tough
She could have been so many things

There was titanium where her bones should have been
and liquid steel coursing through her veins
there was a wildfire in her eyes

But she's been torn
someone ripped her wide open
and everyone could see inside

While she was sitting there with a gaping chest
something was taken from deep within
something precious was stolen by the quickest thief

Her body was a temple
it was the sacking of Troy
the magnificence of her soul is gone

What was stolen was broken
the pieces of it falling to the darkest corners of the universe
leaving nothing left for her to have

Now the emptiness occupies her body
she doesn't understand
how can something so hollow completely fill her up

She is walking irony
a living oxymoron
because somehow she was too much and not enough at the same time

and now she has bones of ice
and blood of water
you snuffed the wildfire like it was a candle flame