Last Words (Of the Funeral Girl)

Let's finish with a nice little request;
Chest sunken in, as she draws her last breath.
Blade fallen from hands, trembling and light;
A life stolen from us tonight.

Pain bearing down on her mind;
She cried out, but her voice failed.
She was unheard! Her blade sang out,
Through scarred, broken skin. But still
No one listened.

She's mute now; no one cares for her life.
Skin cut open; shes losing the fight. She
Calls out for help, but still no one hears.
She's broken and lost; stricken with fear.

Cracked from the overbearing weight on
Her mind, so she takes her life tonight.

People mourn for their loss. A tragedy
Stricken amongst a small town, whom turned
A blind eye to soft, muffled cries; a stain
On their grounds, but one soon forgotten.

A life cut short, lost in the lies,
And silenced tonight.