Lost Battle

Amidst her flowing beauty
the pain lies in her eyes..
Wounds deeper than she inflicted
hide beneath the lies.

The bloody whispers that haunt her
bring evil to her dreams.
They intoxicate her mind
and fill her head with silent screams.

The darkness truly frightens her,
the eyes light up the sky..
Like wax from a black candle
the night slowly drips by.

Always she is being followed
by the dark things unseen...
By the eyes forever watching,
and the voices of the obscene.

The torment slowly breaks her down..
She cannot take the days.
She finds a way to settle her fears:
Using the violence in her ways.

She takes the hurt out on herself--
Into the night she bleeds.
The demons laugh at her helplessness\'
Upon her fear they feed.

Deeper, she coaxed the knife
until she reached her goal..
Now the demons had finally won.
At last, they stole her soul.