Raven Hair

i have dreams of raven hair
hanging against skin, dark against fair
spread out like a fan on the dirty bed
sticking to the fabric in a pool of red
ice blue eyes open, staring at the wall
unmoving, still but beautiful like a doll
her hair still shone like strands of silk
the color gone from her face, now white as milk
her body still warm, for a while atleast
dead weight like a rag doll underneath a beast
the blood no longer ran to her raw skin
but he still used her, pushing out and in
pulling the body, moving it away
i hoped the raven hair would stay
but all i was left after her life ebbed
was a few stands of beautiful black spider web
and gently i picked them out of the blood
in memory of someone who must've once been loved
there was nothing except heavy breathing to be heard
and the rustling of sheets, like feathers of a bird
then one final smack, and he was done
and from the closet the silent body hung
like a ghost, the girl stayed there
and i just had to wonder... why didn't anyone care?