Her eyes grow red.
She's trembling now.
Surrounded by the fight.
The black.
Engulfs her sight.
The lump.
She feels it's threat.
Tearing her throat apart.
She continues to fight.
Covered in screams.
Covered in cries.
Covered in hatred.
She fights.
Losing herself behind
--her eyes.
Do you think
she'd ever tell me?
If I ever asked
inquired to the mystery,
of why she will not cry?
