As she lays this night in silence,
No sound to drown her screams,
Addict to the pain and violence,
Pure, lost from all the dreams.
Her love, now a broken shadow,
With tears a dying source,
A pain with never-ending show,
This lowly, deadly course.
A rose deep crimson, red from bind,
Perfect lies ‘neath the face,
Blood alone, this different, sad kind,
The curse inside its place.
As she lays this night in silence,
Her final, silent scream,
Nothing to break deadly violence,
A lost and shattered dream.