Goddess tear
12-18-2005, 01:00 PM
Why is it always,
That the bad live a happy life.
And the good die in an awful way?
Why do people get punished,
For doing nothing wrong?
Why is there so much evil in the world,
And why does the devil exist?
Why is a woman still not safe,
When she is in her home?
Why are people murdering,
When there is another option?
Why does everyone follow a leader,
When they have a brain their selves?
How can a human decide what is good and what is bad,
When everybody has another point of view?
Screams of violence.
Echoing through the night.
Another woman left behind.
Shivering and bleeding to death.
Torn apart,
By the lust of one atrocious person.
Whether it was meant this way or not.
This woman carries scars for live.
Why is a woman still not safe,
When she is in her home?
Not harming anyone,
Just being the mother of her children.
Crawling around, half paralysed.
By the pain that struck her weakened body.
Not willing to scream for help, her children were asleep.
She sacrificed herself,
For the sake of her daughters,
And that was the last thing she had ever done.
Her daughters, unaware of what occurred in this damned room,
Saw their mother lying in the floor, clothes torn, and her eyes staring blind.
Her son however, realised what happened.
And decided to revenge her death.
From that day on he thought, why are so many woman still alive.
When my own mother is not?
I will let the other woman pay, for her to be alive when my mother is not.
As I tribute to my mother, all woman’s fate will be the same.
Every night he wandered around with his friends, waiting for a fragile sweet woman to pass by.
One day he found what he was looking for, and dragged her into the woods.
He yanked of her clothing, as she was screaming for her life.
As he looked at her, he found her fear entertaining and laughed.
He told her that she doesn’t deserve to live,
And this very evening, she will die.
Her heart beating rapidly, not able to think clearly anymore.
The fear took over her body, shaking rapidly and breathing so fast that her longs began to hurt.
Looking at the man around her, laughing at her and undressing her.
Cutting all kinds of shapes and words in her body.
Feeling the burning pain of the knifes, and the burning heath of her blood streaming all over her body.
Feeling one of them entering her. Pain struck her blooded body.
As she lay there, half unconscious with the tears welling up in her eyes.
Every time he enters her even deeper, like a knife which is getting bigger.
She began to bleed for the damage that has been done, on her poor cold body.
Going insane with fear, being exhausted for the damage on her body and the stress the man caused her.
Losing control over her muscles, unable to move, lying there like a doll.
Being pushed and pulled on the cold wet ground, with a thousand hands gliding over her body.
And that is the last think she had ever felt...
That the bad live a happy life.
And the good die in an awful way?
Why do people get punished,
For doing nothing wrong?
Why is there so much evil in the world,
And why does the devil exist?
Why is a woman still not safe,
When she is in her home?
Why are people murdering,
When there is another option?
Why does everyone follow a leader,
When they have a brain their selves?
How can a human decide what is good and what is bad,
When everybody has another point of view?
Screams of violence.
Echoing through the night.
Another woman left behind.
Shivering and bleeding to death.
Torn apart,
By the lust of one atrocious person.
Whether it was meant this way or not.
This woman carries scars for live.
Why is a woman still not safe,
When she is in her home?
Not harming anyone,
Just being the mother of her children.
Crawling around, half paralysed.
By the pain that struck her weakened body.
Not willing to scream for help, her children were asleep.
She sacrificed herself,
For the sake of her daughters,
And that was the last thing she had ever done.
Her daughters, unaware of what occurred in this damned room,
Saw their mother lying in the floor, clothes torn, and her eyes staring blind.
Her son however, realised what happened.
And decided to revenge her death.
From that day on he thought, why are so many woman still alive.
When my own mother is not?
I will let the other woman pay, for her to be alive when my mother is not.
As I tribute to my mother, all woman’s fate will be the same.
Every night he wandered around with his friends, waiting for a fragile sweet woman to pass by.
One day he found what he was looking for, and dragged her into the woods.
He yanked of her clothing, as she was screaming for her life.
As he looked at her, he found her fear entertaining and laughed.
He told her that she doesn’t deserve to live,
And this very evening, she will die.
Her heart beating rapidly, not able to think clearly anymore.
The fear took over her body, shaking rapidly and breathing so fast that her longs began to hurt.
Looking at the man around her, laughing at her and undressing her.
Cutting all kinds of shapes and words in her body.
Feeling the burning pain of the knifes, and the burning heath of her blood streaming all over her body.
Feeling one of them entering her. Pain struck her blooded body.
As she lay there, half unconscious with the tears welling up in her eyes.
Every time he enters her even deeper, like a knife which is getting bigger.
She began to bleed for the damage that has been done, on her poor cold body.
Going insane with fear, being exhausted for the damage on her body and the stress the man caused her.
Losing control over her muscles, unable to move, lying there like a doll.
Being pushed and pulled on the cold wet ground, with a thousand hands gliding over her body.
And that is the last think she had ever felt...