Decay

Walls coated in the blood traitors

Floor drenched in tears of a dead girl

How long had it been, trapped in this place

Chained at the throat and tied at the hands

Ripped pages of burdened memories

Burnt and ashes scattered of old promises

Sitting alone in the decimate room,

Her fingers traced on rusty springs

Where the mattress tore

And bones fell through

How much longer must she wait,

Until there is  nothing left to decay?

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