Scarlet teardrops
Burgundy slits on the throat
Purple hands clasped loose
While wrists stay roped
Watched myself being hung
Red dress down my toes
Stained gory spelled fury
Ruined fairytale
What am I right now
A messy loss of myself
No longer with a beating heart
A tiny life lost itself
In between these thighs
Placed hot charcoal dead
Eyes filled with ice
That will never smile again
What a beautiful face
What an innocent life
Gone just like that
When God made Demons thrive
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