Her Blood

Her Blood

Her blood falls softly,
Through the cracks of the heart.
She is sweetly unaware,
Of her life falling apart.

Her blood soaks through,
The depth of her true colours.
She'll never truly show herself,
Safe in her steel armour.

Her blood clots numbly,
Unable to carry goods around her own.
Choked in her prayers,
Hope was a place overgrown.

Her blood drips through,
The gaps in her outstretched hands,
No longer will she suffer, now;
Her mind is in other lands.

Her blood seeps through,
The cracks in her foundation.
Yet she still believes in faith.
Yes, we've resorted to sedation.