A Killing
Taking someone's life__
no blades needed...
no guns needed...
just with words instead,
just with fists instead.
The victim left__
just left, for dead...
to bleed on the inside.
As the killer just sits back
and watches as she slowly dies.
A slow miserable death,
words cutting deep into her soul
like sharp knives piercing one's heart.
Dragging her down word by word,
shout by shout.
A killing of one's spirit,
fists just pounding over and over until
the beat is no longer in her heart.
Bruises left in place,
soon disappear on the outside...
But left for life on the inside.
But where's the evidence?
No proof in sight!
Just left for dead night after night.
The killer just gets away...
with the killing.
No gun.
No Knife.