Her name is.


03 Nov, 2014 10:01 PM
A shadow of rain embraces her porcelain face,
Darkness ascends from her Hell within,
Her cry's are always dismissed.

Her screams cut deep,
But will forever go unseen,
As the rain pours down no one hears a sound,
This nightmare will never cease.

With a grave heart she reads her scars,
Her plight with no success,
She hasn't died with regret.

She looks in the mirror with tears pouring down,
I have nothing left,
My name is silence,
And my name is a tyrant.
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