Deep in the depths of heartaches wrath
Faint illegitimate caresses of fake epitaph
Compromised burden that is ashamed to live
Barely able to suppress the tears and to forgive
A cold stare that smothers her pride and intuition
An influential captor that carries words of ammunition
A clout across her beautiful but already marred face
Tainted love that leaves her lost without a trace
An angel hidden in the corner of a lonesome corridor
Bloody and beaten to a pulp and no longer wanted anymore
Damaged appearance and faded consternation
Battered soul left to die of a malignly pain and starvation
They examine her body and find a diary that has entries written down
But they don't care about her or that she now lies dead on the ground
She rests on a pallet that was made especially for her to use
Her death was always planned but prolonged to make her suffer abuse
