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She is there 

Floating in the waters of disease and perversion 

A sickness has ravaged her body and spirit

Face down in her trauma in the thralls of her victim persona

A needle in her arm her life ebbing, fading away

Into the darkness

She was falling further

Sitting in a dirty van by the side of the road

She gave in to the horrors in her head

Always looking over her shoulder 

Not knowing what she would see

Shaking violently and trembling

Words vague and senseless

What was it that was said?

Did someone speak she asks?

Look do you see it too?

Her world filled with demon faces and rage filled eyes

Always watching

Staring at the hole 

That one there

In her soul

Her demons in human form chewing pieces of her 

Tearing bits away until she was ragged

Little losses every day

She is left with a raw feeling 

Anger and rage seething

Only needing a moment of respite

Some time to forget the world 

Innocence ruined and trampled under 

No trumpeting 

No curtain calls for her

Nothing at all

Not even thunder as she cried 

Died a thousand times

Abandoned and forgotten 

She revels in her misery 

You can hear her screaming

Look at me!

Look at me!

Only wanting someone to see her agony

Save me her eyes scream 

Love me she asks desperately, pitifully

Sadly, she cannot feel the truth of love

She is a victim of sadistic perversions and heartless people

The world has given her insanity and distortions

Have you seen her too?