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