Tattered soul
Empty heart
My tortured screams
Nobody hears
Nobody sees my blood stained tears
Nobody cares for the burden I bear.
The deaths of the innocent weigh on my soul
Weighing me down
Nobody cares but they expect me to fly
But how do they expect me to fly
When my wings are broken
For those who's wings are tattered and broken. To the abused, the tortured, the whipping boys of the world.
-Bellatrix Vecours