This Place Is A Bloodbath

Face covered in blood, I watched as she moved. She was slow, haunting strides that seemed to sing a shallow tune. Her eyes kept well hidden beneath her hair, beneath her breath. She's just like the rest of us. Searching for a face, arms to hold her tight. But not a soul will touch her, not in this light. The spotlight is singing, there's no where else to run. Torn and bleeding, her time with us is done. It's a waste. She was a pretty face. A well-known name. The sky seemed to praise her every day. She smiled, she wore strength on her sleeve. Yet now she's broken down, all her dreams quietly pooling at her knees. She can't walk, she can't scream, she won't cry, barely weeps. And as I stare I wonder where she thought she'd end up tonight. Clearly not the center of attention as the clock finally hits midnight.
It was all a game. It was all just for fun. But no one is laughing now. No one cares enough to even speak. But what would you say to her? "It's going to be okay"? Not even God could promise her, her fate wasn't in vein.
I twisted my arms around her, heard the gasps as if I held a demon. I felt her curl into me, felt her last, aching breaths against me. And with a final fight to kill a breakdown, I whispered back;
I love you too.