Ravaged
Ravaged
Her cries echo in silent corridors bustling with animalistic energies,
In gory crime sites where the stains marked cannot be erased;
Only that the blood and drama is living, breathing- her body, her dreams,
That you take care to trample upon with all your vicious might and,
Once again, make it a canvas to paint your unholy deeds within.
And yet, she breathes- with a determination that quietly belies all your masks,
And the shadows you use to tastefully hide your face and the deeds you envisage,
But she breathes- she breathes and you lose. To Her. Again. And You Break.