In complete and utter disarray she woke in pain to greet the day
Shaken by the violent sound of a silence that was too profound
Night and day there were faint whispers of what couldn't change
as she lay bewildered
While vivid memories placed a shroud upon her tired sweaty brow
Suffocated by the ache she chased a shot with hopes to obliterate
It takes three to remember and five to forget
That unrelenting grief that plagued her head
She swore such strength
She swore she'd love to mend the wounds left by wicked hunters
But too soon her blood had left her pale
and as the warmth rushed in she let out a long exhale