This Torture

Condemned to die,
Broken wings can't fly.
An angel in blood,
Lost in the night.

Crying for remorse,
Ignored from all.
Left in the darkness,
She staggers and falls.

Bleeding open wounds,
Bones cracked dry.
She never asked the reason,
Never asked why.

They left her for dead,
Dying where she lay.
Praying she wont wake up,
The next day....

Awaiting the reaper,
To take her soul.
Her breathless lungs weaken,
And her heart grows cold.

The darkness that has contained her,
The passion from the pain.
She was never dying,
She has always been insane.

She lives on a beautiful road,
Covered in roses and trees.
This torture she put herself through,
Came from all the greed.

-Elizabeth Harris-

Lol I guess greed is just a big subject with me right now. haha Just poring it all out. Enjoy.