Its not new to the world,

Its rather the most cold,

Rage, urge and need,

With all insane greed.

She was there tired and weak,

Too tired to speak.

She didn’t know wat just happened,

Now the known voices is what frightens.

No!!! She screamed everytime,

The savages had no ears and time.

Ruined, rejected and hurt she stood,

Somethings hurt more when understood..

One by one horror unravelled,

Darkness thats less travelled.

The faintest trust in her,

Is not vanished forever.

She was once a flower,

What she’s now is not her.