Between Heaven and Hell

A faded whisper of the gloomy night,
not much to expect or hope for.
She is the endless cries not heard,
the pouring blood not ever ceased.

Empty frames hung for distance of memories,
dusty shelves for lack of concern.
A girl who once belonged,
but no more.

Shadowed people of her past,
invisible ones of her reality.
Her tempest being allowed no more,
the days ever long to be bright.

Blank words and muted sounds mock her,
the in-between of heaven and hell.
Forbidden from either place for a purpose.
A purpose she intends to never find.

Her soul ever to be lost and wander,
an eternity she shall stay.