Broken
The sun shone above as the darkness came
And her warmth turned to bitter cold
The graves loomed large where the corpses lie
In the earth so dank and old
She walked condemned to beat of her heart,
To the thud of her life deep inside
Head hung low with a tear in her eye
As the warmth in her chest slowly died
And there she remained in the core of the dead
Amongst all the morbid decay
To place a red rose with an ache in her soul
At the thought it would just fade away
Where beauty had flourished aging remains
Seeped through the ground where she stood
To sever her thoughts in a deep cutting pain
Tracing fingers of ice through her blood
Soldiers of marble, granite and stone,
Stood proud from their army of weeds
Markers of death each a story to tell
Of the heartache and hurt they proceed
Right there in the graveyard her life fell apart
Left a cold hardened stone in her heart
Lost in the shadows of old faded graves
Where it tore all her goodness apart
The rage of the beast as it ripped at her throat
And clawed at her weak ruptured soul
Severed her will as her fight ebbed away
And the darkness of death took control
Spirit destroyed, her strength almost crushed
She knelt on the damp waiting ground
As a single tear fell, her whole heart split in two
And she sobbed without making a sound
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