My slowly dying soul,
Falling down a narrow hole.
Too tender to recover,
from my last twisted lover.
Shredded from abuse,
My soul completely helpless.
Mutilated from misuse,
Covered completely in it's crimson dress.
My mind, losing sanity,
Slowly decaying within time.
I sit here looking into my vanity,
and witness such an inconsiderate crime.
I, a helpless victim of such hate,
watched it all happened to me.
My mind forever stuck in such a horrible mental state
Never to be able to set myself free.
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