.:: Bloody Terror ::.
Once she was led,
Into the deepest lies,
Down to where,
No leech survives.
Her soaked wings shall dry,
The ripped curtain shall fly,
But all faith is gone,
Self confidence she has none.
Bloody handprints drawing letters on the wall,
Creating pictures before her fall,
So one can see all the hate,
That dragged her to suicide.
As the wind of time flies by,
Taking her shadowy ghost with him,
Candles shall extinguish,
Control shall fall.
And when her spirit will die,
No body shall cry,
She's all I'll never be;
Strong.
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