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.