A being bruised from underneath her skin

Where her heart pounds and blood flows out and in

With each intake of breath her senses quake

A reminder of the deeds she cannot shake

She longs to be the eyes that cannot see

The lips that cannot speak, the lungs that cannot breathe

To cease the chill that ebbs inside her veins

She tries, but she cannot reverse the stains

And on this tortured journey, she must choose

Which sorrow she will either gain or lose

A choice between the pain she deems divine

Or the consciousness known only to her mind

But all of her control is getting sold

As her validity grows old, her will to live turns cold

Sadly, she succumbs before the day

Her unforgiving world is washed away

But now, at last, she's found a comfy nest

And there, she takes her well-earned rest