A knife upon the table,
Bleeding, dripping, pouring,
Stains from a wax crayon,
A child who found life boring...
Staring into oblivion,
A sparkle in her pretty eyes,
I wonder what she’s thinking,
Of dying angels in the skies?
Falling freely into hell,
She seems to like this fairy tale,
Hasn't learned the basic rules,
She's wondered too far off the trail.
Picking poison flowers,
Little roses, with deathly thorns,
If you pick apart the petals,
Another demon is born.
metal princess
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