Alone Was She Thrown
Alone Was She Thrown
Alone was she thrown
To fight the perpetrator
With no one as her protector
Drained in blood
With marks all over
She yelled in agony and screamed for help
Onto her misery
Not a single soul stepped in
With a helping hand
For
It was her body that was heinously tortured
And her soul that day was brutally murdered
That day surely marked an end
End of humanity
End of innocence
And
End of a pure heart
What was her fault I ask
Clothes, actions, beauty, body what exactly
Oh yes how did I forget
Filthy mentality and those starry eyes
That leave no women safe and sound
So What was her fault
I think being a lady
Sums up this all
Where is the justice gone I ask again?
Why are these demons free?
Why do they live their life with glee?
Will, they ever be put behind the bars
As she continues to live with their given Scars