Her screams echo back to her in the full ball room,
No one listens, no one sees,
As the tears slip down and she slides, down the wall to the floor,
She's had enough hasn't said a thing,
So it leads to here, a room of unknown faces, lovingly uncaring.
She screams again, till she cant breath,
Sadly unknown,
Sadly unheard,
Sadly still unseen.
The women flirt,
The men, they work,
As she lays in pain,
Wishing for blood.
Slowly up, walk.
Walk to the stage,
To the face,
To the center,
Standing, waiting, to see,
If they would, before, she screamed,
No one turned, from their speech,
To see her scream, one last time,
For then she came undone.
Slowly, one by one, they turned,
To see her laying life less.
What made them see her now unhidden?
Her silent echo of words unsaid,
That left her there for dead.
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