Run like hell
Away from it,
That monster that tortures you,
Through the naked, dying trees
Through the crisp winter air
That is chilling you all the way through
Past faded, forgotten memories
Gliding under light rain drops
Each breath you take
Murders you some
As you run away from it,
That thing that tortures you
 

All she is to herself
Is a pile of hallow bones
Flesh rotted off slowly
A once carcass filled with empathy
Eyes layered in facades
Scars placed by herself
Too tender from fear
Tear ducts like dams
A uterus full of blood and flowers
A mind filled with darkness
Twisted and contorted
Popping all bubbles of hope