She formed dreams and spiked fantasies
The perfect picture of elegance.
Her beauty was stolen from angels,
And the demons wanted to steal it.
Her blood was warm, the blade cold,
She lost the battle
With demons in her head,
Dark burdens within spotless facade.
Her long lashes were wet, her lips dry,
Lips that would never kiss again.
She lost the battle
And her soul escaped her lifeless shield.
Goodbye, beautiful one,
And her painful silent screams.
Were there ever clues in those eyes,
Eyes that melted hearts too cold?
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