The Killer Never Bleeds

Rage washed down her eyes
Her pulse began to race
And as heat filled her face
The pain stained her pride

Voices seemed to run together
They blurred with annoying chatter
And as the sun melted her foggy weather
She waited for it to clear and get better

But her broken heart was bleeding
And inside she was in shambles
The coldness of her hands rambled
Aimlessly about without leading

Jagged edges of rock seemed to sound alright
But the guilt was there no doubt
She wondered what she could do without
That comfort she loved to fight