Pain from within

Years it has been,

Years since we self-entitled pests made our first appearance,

Years since we started to kill her, which will only result in our eventual extermination,

Years since her fate was written in the stars,

Years since the spark in her eyes went out,

She slumbers on, unsure if she will ever awaken again.

She watches quietly as the creatures she created appear and disappear from the world above,

Her delicate sound no longer able to be heard,

She watches as the vines of betrayal wrap around her soul, squeezing all hope that she would one day be free out of her almost lifeless body,

She watches as she could only watch,

She watches because never would another note leave her once soft, now rustic lips,

She slumbers on, unsure if she will ever awaken again.

Realise, do we not, as she watches us,

Watches us inject poison into her veins,

Overcome with slow agonising torture,

Guilt flows over us,

But change, do we not,

Sympathy we may have, understanding of her pain we do not,

As she sleeps,

Almost certain that she will never awaken again.