Her soul

I lay upon the cold ground, scarlet upon my breast.skin as pale as snow, eyes that don't see, body as cold as ice. but they ears hear all.
know i lay beneath the ground, and my ears listen to those above.
i know wonder why I've met this fate. when you'd say I'd be so safe.
they say those whispers of the night that you met the bottom of the bottle. know you join my side and i listen to your shrill Cries.
he who stole all known to me comes know and then. his sorries are like nails on a chalk board, poison to my ears.
he says I'm free know, but how little he knows for i dance upon a sea of bones and flames.will i ever escaped form this torment of divine torture.

this is still a work in progress....