Mercy On Her Soul

Her heart has been ripped open,
There was nothing she can do,
His face had cast upon her walls,
A shadow black and blue.
She tried to please the monster, that not one but two had seen,
She had not understood exactly, with what had he been keen?
She begged of him so little, She begged of him so much.
She begged he wouldn't cast her out, Or break her at the touch.
She begged that nothing mattered, except this "Him and Her",
She begged that he'd put down his fist,
And then it turned a blur.
She begged that he'd forgive her.
For deceiving his good trust.
She begged that he'd forget it.
It was purely made of lust.
The delusion was quite real though.
He unearthed the sole of her.
She begged that he'd not make her beg, to this said, "All right, sure."
She also begged for punishment.
For which she deserved so much.
She begged he wouldn't cast her out, Or break her at the touch.
He begged that she not leave him, for another man so dry.
He said that if she left him, his life would go awry.
She begged for more than mercy,
As she kneel upon her knees.
She begged and pleaded for her life,
So cold his heart, to freeze.
He did it out of anger, as fist and flesh would mingle.
The blow had crossed her rosy cheek, her face began to tingle.
She closed her eyes on contact,
The tears had set the pain.
Her eyebrows penciled lightly,
Cowered to the floor.
He lost his temper promptly,
And began to strike her more.
She hid her face from anger.
She begged for him to cease.
She begged him for his mercy, and so she rest in peace.