It stung like a burn, Crashed like a car, And broke like glass. No idea of what to call it, but it was present.
Everything stinging, burning, crashing. A gun is shooting non-stop Wholes braking through the flesh Except no one is doing anything about it No one is helping They are all walking by like they notice nothing
The cracks must leak blood slowly draining all feelings inside Fighting to close but breaking faster Scares are forming More extreme then the damage ever was
They are to late. Everything that ever exists inside her is demolished! Now a walking corpse... with no one to be a hero.