Still before my eyes

Since then I can't calm down
This nightmare is still before my eyes
My wounded soul can't find serenity
Life seemed to be an open book
A long way ahead
'till this day
It was just the beginning of a long journey but
It became a one-way-ticket travel
So many beautiful days are now nothing but a plan that failed
High hopes fell down as fast as they happened to appear
She will no longer keep her eyes open…
Everything seemed so stunning but she choked on it
A thought within the mind, the sickness deep inside
Their lust became razor-sharp, their hearts turned into stones
Since then I see that dark locked-up room
Imagine her face, her silent cry
Fettered. Suffocated. Body thrown out the window.
Used as a tool, she passed away.

Once upon a time, a young girl was killed by two drunk men. Helpless, she could not oppose their brute force and finally died in the result of suffocation. During the trial, the murderers admitted that they acted out of sheer boredom. Senselessness of this event is unbearable. How could a man act in such way? Nevertheless, we should remember that many similar crimes against women occur also on the global scale. Ill-treatment on the sexual, social or cultural background is commonplace in the Third World, Asia, Northern and Latin America as well as in Europe. If we don't wake enough confidence in ourselves to speak about it, then who will?