Saw:

The river pure, as if flowing from a broken glass.
Nothing but clear shards to break her, from her past.
She takes a look, into a deep hole in which she falls.
Help herself, if she can, for whom can she call?
Abandoned, darkness is her only surrounding,
She is destined to be here, her hands are pounding
until finally blood streaks down, against the stone
she realizes she is so alone, destined to the fate she's forever known.




Silence keeps straining the ears she owns,
She makes a final attempt against the stone.
For whom can she call, but on her own being,
The purities running so swiftly, fleeing.
Destiny? Who shall die in a dark empty surrounding?
That she managed to release your soul, astounding.
The stone shatters, suddenly water crashes to the floor.
And she realizes she had just fought a war.

To live or to die? Why form such a question?
Living through a life straining situation.
Depression, seeps through her emptiness,
Minutes pass by, causing such distress,
as lifeless emotions attack her sanity,
She is doomed to living with all humanity.