Why is it that only when she begins to see the blood of her stab wound,
She begins to cry?
Why is it, that only when she starts to comprehend and assemble all puzzles pieces together,
She wants to leave us and wave forever goodbye?
Why is it that only when lives pretty flowers start to rot away and decay,
That she begins to pray?
“If there is a god” -she cries
“Help me! What should I do?” -She mutters into starry skies.
It is only now she realises, she is alone.
She realises she is empty, through her flesh to her inner, deepest bone.
Her shiny armour can’t protect her anymore,
Now she lays bare on the cold floor.
“If you do exist”- she whimpers.
“Please forgive me for what Ive done, I was too enchanted to resist!”
“Please forgive me and heal my sin away,
For I am not ready for this punishment, Im helpless, so now I pray.”
“And if you do exist, I am sorry that for every time we do speak,
I am at my lowest, rock bottom, I have sinned bad and I am weak.”
“But its at times like this when I need you the most.
Its at times like this, where only you can help, everyone else I trusted just disappeared, like ghosts.”
“And its only now that I realise, I am alone,
I am empty, through my flesh to my inner deepest bone.”
“And my only company is my biggest fear.
Fix my sins dear God, please. Wipe away my tear.”