A dead language for a dying lady

As her insides are screaming let me out.
She speaks as if someones in the room with her.
(someone sits quietly on the ceiling tile).
Still facing the corner with eyes gouged out.
These tears of blood fall for blood is
(all shes crying now).
As he cuts into her chest her heart beats on
Shes just not giving up yet


Though blinded by the devils touch she rises above him
She floats towards the light,
As the darkness recedes.
(let me out let me live again).
In this most desprate hour
(she cries!).
A most desperate hour... in this crowded room!
(with an empty view)
Save your goodbyes, we all know its not the end.