Eternity Rest

The scars she bares cannot be seen,
The death of her feelings are commencing,
In the darkness she saw the light,
But running away;
She gave off hate.

Anger and pitiless emotions are strong,
Mercy: going, going, going, GONE!
Has she done the right thing?
has she given up hope?
All that she had sold cannot be given back;
For they cannot be found,
As they are buried deep beneath the ground.

You could have crawled to her,
You could have begged, pleaded -- or at least tried.
But she will not hear you, she will not speak either,
As she sits there with emptiness in her eyes.

For so long she wanted nothing,
Perhaps this one desire.
Her heart may have some emotions,
But that would also make her a Liar.

The love she has given the woman,
And the bitterness started so long ago,
Why she had not finished off with what she started,
She would not know.

Everything became wrong
She became hateful with sparks of fire,
But she might forgive you after so long,
As she sits there emptiness in her irises.

The woman tormented her one-loving soul,
Now corrupted with pitiless killings,
She had been moulded into something else,
Like a Phoenix from the Flames.

You could have crawled to her Mercy Mask,
You should have begged, pleaded -- even tried.
Though she will not heard you; she cannot speak,
She is going to kill you and enjoy every minute.