Is there hope in a half empty glass? Is there a prayer being said for the young ones? The world's headaches all at one table. I feel my inner satuatary being torn out and pissed on. A sad time for the world. Pity these eyes, for they have seen too much.
Sex in her long, elegant fingers. They provide more than we need to know. She cries as she lays on the floor. The once buenette goddess, lays with a broken mouth, battered, violated and left for dead. Her eyes no longer project 'THAT' glow. Her bloodly, dirt encrusted body, was limp to begin with. Now it is nothing. Her softness is gone. She had just grown her hair out to a new length. Her hair is now matted, covered in blood, laying next to her. I stand over her, hopeless, for there is nothing I can possibly do besides look into her eyes. They say nothing except, "I want to die." She crys as she looks at her once beautiful hands, now flattened and destroyed. She wepts harder cause her hands are no longer beautiful. She prays that she dies soon. Maybe in heaven, she will have pretty hands once again.
I find this man who has bestowed this damage upon this delicate flower. When I found him, I cleared my throat and spit in his face. He falls to his hands and knees and yelled, "THANK YOU! Thank you for spitting in my face. I am not worthy of receiving your spit!" With that, I turned my back to him. My head burns violently. My hands feel like fire as my fists clench. No one knows whatwill happen. Nor do I. His entire body trembles in fear. His eyes are now naked. He has shed every ounce of hope and prepares for his fate that awaits. He now lives for nothing.
Time to cry for the goddess, who lays broken. Let us have a moment to reflect. Empty promises and sad faces fill my eyes. Smile, we have nothing left to gain. We all die someday. Some people, just happen to leave before others. Nothing is fair. Life is a void to fill until we die. May God help us all.