**I probably should have posted this under dreams becuse I dreamed (really a
nightmare) this but it's really a mix. Disturbing dream, huh?

A room of broken girls
With no more fight
One with scooped out eyes
No longer has sight
Sewn lips
Takes one’s ability to speak
No food
Makes another so weak
A sliced open face
Has stolen one’s smile
They all pray for peace
If only for a while
The youngest
Barely more than a child
Has been maimed
So she’s no longer like the virgin mild
One tries to cry
But for that you need eyes
But she can no longer see
When another girl dies
Another staggers in
Missing her chest
She’s marred for life at best
They are broken girls
With no more fight
Stolen away
From their beds at night
Stolen away
And maimed beyond belief
Then locked up tight
With no comfort or relief
Who would hurt them
Oh so much
Who would find pleasure
From using that kind of touch
I feel their pain
As if it were my own
But none of this torment
Have I ever been shown
I see it in dreams
That feel so real
They turn to memories
So it’s impossible to deal
I try to deal
But my life is full of lies
I try to cry
But for that you need eyes

 
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