Lonesome woman.
Whispers into thin air.
Wearing torn clothes.
Matching torn hair.
Nighttime screams.
Slowly tears apart.
What still remains.
Of her dreary heart.
Lacking happiness.
There is just pain.
Blood stained walls.
Pitch black rain.
Eyes do not see.
And ears do not hear.
Nose does not smell.
The pure smell of fear.
Comforting darkness.
Hides a scar or bruise.
She lives or dies.
You choose.
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