Left in critical condition Bleeding into the carpet She cries for help For anyone She breathes in Her lungs feel like they are going to collapse While breathing in the substance that Defines each worthless life She bleeds tears As her body pumps to the maximum To rid itself of liquid corruption Calling for antibodies that are just Too little, too late She yells out, once again Shattering the silence For nothing, She is seen but not heard. Like a simple display Not of emotion, Not of sacrifice, But of a well kept atrocity. And so her life fades away As the putrid liquid contrasts with her sorry Tears, on her pale and broken skin. Victimized by unseen memories Anonymity remains.