bigger than these bones

She was a dreamer, wide eyes searching the stars For answers to questions she hadn’t thought to ask She laughs and she twirls her way through life Innocence in the form of one young girl Who saw magic in everything and everyone

She was a believer, her faith that humans had humanity Meant that she was fooled by the masks of monsters She reaches out with soft hands and an open heart And the creatures of the dark would come forth To eagerly tear her apart

She was gorgeous, the sort who turns saints to sinners With the bite of her lips or the sway of her hips Yet she was blissfully unknowing, unrealising Of the effect that a beautiful innocent can have On the corrupt minds and fickle hearts of man

But they brought her to her knees They cremated hope and scattered it to the wind Love becomes a weaponised word To be launched with all the catastrophe of a missile Leaving only the pieces of destruction and devastation

The dreams are nightmares she subjects herself to Held high but brought low by the choices she has made To save others but to condemn herself

The beliefs are false convictions Meaningless prayers whispered through lying lips She can only trust herself

The prettiness is her undoing For where there is a beauty There will always be a ready beast