She had become less then she was
for he had made sure of it
The light had gone from her eyes
for she was no longer there
Walked on too long
he had broken her spirit
No comfort could she find
for she knew not love anymore
He called it that
yet it was nothing more than sick control
Wrapped neatly in a a bow
that is what had confused her so long
Few had tried to saver her
yet she had not understood
For love to her was not something she knew
it was foreign and frightening
All their efforts failed
they had arrived too late
Her fragmented remains lay scattered
hollow and blown in the wind
Voices echoed in hollow chambers
no longer heard by her
Her eye were void and empty
she felt nothing but numb
She was taking her final journey
as they zipped the bag closed
They stood in sorrow knowing
now she would finally be heard
