Broken

Crumpled on the grass
on spreading magenta
Looking up at the stars
wishing someone can hear
her soft whispers
for caring hands

Tears falling from her eyes
As the stars seems to glow
Brighter by the hour
but nearer is darkness
the scythed persona
he draws near

Darkness on darkness
she falls
as the reaper reaps
morning sees
the raped, crumpled
like yesterday's newspaper