Her eyes stained black,
Her hips drips red.
She feels so lonely,
Nothing can put it to an end.
The demons keep chasing her,
The walls close in,
The ground collapses out,
And she falls with them.
But all you can focus on,
Is that little light inside her,
If you saw her smile you would see.
You can hear it in her voice,
Nothing sounded sweeter.
When you see her suffer,
All you want to do is give your aid,
But you barely know how to help yourself.
You can feel her pain,
In codes red and black,
But all you want to hear is code purple.
You want to hear her laugh,
You want to see her eyes light up,
But they don't.
And soon enough they stain black,
And her hip once again drips red.
She drops the silver angel,
and looks up.
She sees her beautiful master piece,
She's painted to well.
But she's running out of canvas,
And I'm worried she will turn into me,
Scars everywhere,
Just needing the pain.
Whoever knows doesn't care,
But I do.
And that's my goal,
To make her better.
And I will,
If it takes eternity,
I will.