A Broken Girl

She was strong, and she was brave,
Built from steel, with blood from lakes.
Eb'ny skin glittered and gleamed as
Words rang out, bright lyrics clean.
She stood tall, a daze of love
While the unknown fast approached.

One strong hit, and down she fell,
Concrete walls to hungry soil
Sliced up sides, a gash in lungs,
Skin hung off decaying bones.
Lonely void, with silent screams,
Numb, cold, alone.

A burning year of tears and hate,
Walking corpse, a lifeless brain,
No one cared, her fangs were sharp,
Clouded eyes, faltering hearts,
Ripped, bruised skin, an empty throat,
Her veins so nearly severed.

Built back up, she pinned and stitched
A once whole girl in tattered bits.
Now she's glass, with cautious frown,
Just one tap she'll tumble down.
Not the same, an echoed past:
You can't fix a broken girl.

Satin Ink