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Those shadows, so malicious, followed her
Her life was full of the love she knew she never deserved
Innocent blood lay on her hands
A plastered on smile, a facade by their demands
The voices inside her head
They screamed each day; she went mad
So far gone was she, and so it was weeks later
Authorities found a letter
Who it was from, no one knew
A single message scribbled at the end
["You will be next too."]
Not hours later did they hear
["What? What is that!?"]
Shrieks of fear
Another scream of Bloody-Mary in the night
A figure fleeing from the scene; a girl took flight
A path lay behind her of one no one could decipher
Evidence cleared, they'd never suspect her
More of the deceased, found abundant each dark, grim night
Inside the girl, the voices took over anything innocent or good-given light
The girl realized she was beginning to lose control
Soon she'd be no more
Those voices; the lurking shadows
["What's going on? Why do I feel so-so-so wrong!?"]
{"Do not fear my precious, for we are here."}
They spoke so soft and dear
She knew she was mad
For they spoke of one last demand
{"Destroy the chains that bound you captive."}
She knew the voice that hissed, the one hidden among such deep mist.
{"To be free you must kill those who defy thee!"}
Maniacal laughter filled her mind, she was no more herself, nor mine, my or me!
She understood of whom they spoke
Her mother and father, oh how her heart broke!
[Do it! Do it!] She could hear
She wanted them gone; her mind clear!
To her room she fled
And there is where she bled
A storm rumbled
As her last words, ["I'm sorry,"] were mumbled
Found in a puddle of blood on the floor
How her parents cursed themselves poor
The voices were gone
They disappeared at Dawn
A knife was found underneath her bed
Her room a haven for her to lay dead
Her blood gleamed upon the blade
Of death, she was not afraid
Before she left the earth for good
She reached out to her parents for they misunderstood
The girl made sure they knew
She died willingly to save them, then bid adieu
This death would be worthwhile
For on her pale face was the first and last small, real smile.
- by Silent~Wolf~Demon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/07/2009 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Shadow on the Hill - 03/10/2009
- i love it..
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- the real asian chick - 03/08/2009
- this is a dark and disturbing story and yet it makes sense to me it makes me think of how all of our lives are depressing and crappy
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- The Bandaged Girl - 03/08/2009
- Dang Creepy!
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