They Called Her The Savage

This poem comes from a deep place in my heart, so if you have the time, please comment.

Hidden beneath the shadows, beyond a secret passage
Lies a barren woman, known to them as The Savage
Behind linen, lace, and cloth, she hides her delicate face
Walking along the pathways, never leaving behind a trace

Her skin so pale and heavy, no one ever sees
The scars inside her body, the bruises on her knees
Lacks the beauty they demand, thus is thrown away
And every night she fumbles to lift her hands and pray

Her silk woven tangled garments are ripped, old, and torn
Behind her forced, fake smiles, her face is so forlorn
Silent tears trace from her eyes, fall to the ground
Only does she let them seep, when no one is around

She screams deadly threats in anguish hoping to be heard
No one ever listens, tossed aside, thrown on the curb
Wandering empty houses, searching for a home
Begging careless souls, for some sympathy to be shown

Her beaten back so scarred, tender to the touch
Caressed with pain, inside their hands, shes crushed
Blood seeps out her veins, her pain is then exposed
She crumbles to the ground, lays down, and eyes are closed

Rain pours from the heavens, and crawls into her heart
And slowly from this world, her soul does now depart
Strewn across her face are memorabilia of her pain
Stories of her life, the way it suffocated in vain

Thunder and lightning thrashes, she still does not arise
She's too weak, and she's too tired to fight the lies
Rain beats down on her scars, she begins to beg and plead
But God ignores her cries, her scars begin to bleed

Ripe red blood washes through the streets now wet and flooded
Her stricken body lays still, entombed and thus been blooded
A masquerade of sorrow, a billowing angel cries
At the sight of an innocent woman, slowly begins to die

The Savage woman cries, embraces a death in such despair
A pain so deep and hurtful, nothing could ever compare
She's desperately trying hard, to keep herself alive
But within minutes, moments, seconds, she will die

The Savage girl they called her, don't know where she went
They think she's still beneath, alone, but yet content
Little do they know, that in the barren deserted town
Their Savage woman died, in sorrow she was drowned.