She Was Murdered

River's blood of tears they found;
Sorrow's deeply stiched her around
In a barbed rope she was hanging,
"Who's the murderer?" - they asking.

Opened eyes of a dead woman who screams,
Asking for help to rescue - it seems;
Where the City night has gotten bright
Her mind gets tired to see those lights.

"Who's the murderer? " a man shouted,
Where his promises forgotten & buried,
Hope's to fight he give- it might'
But lies that lyes in her each sight.

"Who stabbed!?" and a woman fainted.
A hard loud cry though was her wanted,
With joyful mourn of a friend who acted;
Claps to the best played hard wicked.

Haunted Colours turns to Greys,
Homes of thoughts and stress each day,
Who wants to asked if she's okay?
When no one's knew she died on May.

Not He Nor She; yet maybe We,
When everyone's gone- she felt it free,
To Released the pain she tried to abide
Cause She was murdered by her; Inside.