They grope at her, Taking pieces of her soul, Tearing at her flesh, To make themselves feel whole. They taunt her, Playing her with lies, Watching tears Fall from her eyes. They take her, Smother her in sin, Letting their demons win, As she begs them to let go. But they torture her, Hands upon pure skin, Broken from within, They will never know, How it feels to saturate in sorrow. They leave her

Bloodied, bruised and beaten, Treated like a piece of meat, They killed her,
Yet she still breathes each day, Knowing they will never pay.
Yes, they do, doomed in purgatory on fire 🔥  

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 🫂