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.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
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.
