Unspoken, Unsaid

Some secrets are best left unknown
Where the seed of mystery is left alone
For ignorance is bliss
And sometimes it is good to miss
But tear apart all those layers of pretense
The heart breaks of things left unsaid

When darkness slowly falls
And the night is breathing still
Dug out of the shaking grave
Waiting skeletons rise back to life
To torment the broken soul
Now tainted with sorrow

That night Gratification lurched in
Murdered Innocence made It scream
Had Its pleasure had Its fun
And dumped It there once done

A scarred existence she now lives
Where life is void of meaning
When she lost one she lost all
Stabbing her way through
She sees revenge rise and fall