Lament of the Living

The eyes were drained
the heart was bleeding
her ears were withered
from all of the screaming
Years of torture
locked away with a key
hidden from vision
the truth was her plea.
Reality was dawning
the cloak was erased
a twisted glare of hatred
left on her face.
Her feelings were there
the world was waiting
her distorted truths
were being negated.
All of the rage
she built up within
had to soak through
where to begin?
Her suffering poured
and ripped flesh away
they had to know
all of her pain.
Her feelings of anger
fleeing their core
destroying them all
until her heart bled no more.