Death march

She screams in silence.The scars bear her shame.

She could be anyone.

A face, no name.

She could be you. (She is you)
He bears his cross under his pricy suit

For no one to see

Years wasted, hollow, empty…

Alone.

He could be me. (He is me)
The procession along the stones.

Heads bowed.  Hearts broke.

Somber glances.

Their lives truly not known. 

Their lives truly not known.
Looking in the mirror, 

no where left to turn.

Lifeless eyes, no longer burn.

I will make you hurt, make you pay.

Soulless remorse now. 

 Revenge today. 

I will make you hurt, make you beg.

Mercilessly upon your knees.

Lifeless eyes, no longer burn. 

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