Battered,
And broken,
Blood is my token.

Abused,
And scorned,
Words pricking like a thorn.

Bleeding,
And rocking,
The insane voices are talking.

Guzzling,
And yelling,
His soul she is felling.

Dying,
Being quiet,
A million voices riot:

"She was so kind,
The best of the best".
But I just weep,
For I finally have rest.