BROKEN

tears of blood running down her face
wrists tore open by rope
back bruised by his hands
 legs broken bind together
another lost the broken soul
pass the bullet, please
she begs with her swollen eyes
for death to do us apart
she doesn't want to breathe
she no longer has that will to live
in this shallow world
that has broken her into many pieces
scatter across the plains
discarded like trash
bind for life death she welcomes
but he dares not come
she has not suffered enough
to endure the pleasure of death hands.