Garden of Shame

Ripping of flesh

Cries for help

Darkness surrounding

As she climbs from this ditch

Her hands stained red

Murderous fingers

Oh, the things she dreads

Scared of being accepted

The sun would hide its’ rays

Dragged back to the pit

Onto the floor she lays

Helpless and worthless

Her personal demons welcome her back

How dare she try to escape this mess?

Torn to pieces

Her hopes and dreams ripped from her chest

Laced in disgrace

Dead in the head

Sore to the core

Damned for eternity

Soiled the race

Pay no heed to the weed

Standing in this garden

She played this game

Selling her soul

Such a shame

A plea she sends

For a friend, just one

One that mends

For she is alone in this violence

Her mind trashed and scattered

Alone in the silence

She dances battered

She steps in the crush

And smells the flowers

Accompanied by only thorns and brush.