A Godly Plea
Feels like she's living life in shifts
Her mind jumping between tragedy and forgotten dreams
The pain racking through her brain
Bruises hidden beneath the strain
Her clothing torn and tattered to bits
Her mind breaking down to fatigue and guilt trips
Tired of running from the towering fear
Of death against her dreary will
Tears streaking her terror-sewn features
Her hands shaking with all that makes her
Her voice trembles a sobbing plea
To the god above who's suppose to care for thee
"Dear God please help me…
The pain of his hand I can no longer stand
The terror of death
Clears the way for my eternal rest
A sign of impending dust
Appearing with every stabbing thrust…"
Falling to her knees, the words were cut off
Her soul gripped with terror,
Her body slammed into a mirror.
Mercy flown to the wind…
His force savage and unrelenting.
The glass breaking, crumbling to the ground
A shattering scream sounds…
Blood dripping across the stone floor…
The force walking out the door...
The soft click resounding throughout the room,
Silence spreading over her doom…
All except for the echoing plea…
"Dear God… Please help me."