Sitting there upon a stair she's scared
An inborn fear of doubtful days and hate
What kind of pain she must have always bared.
Now looking, in the mirror she sees fate
Cruel and spiteful it rips her into ruin
Drags her fragile body into its grave
Death came early and on black wings flew in.
When hell's angel comes, why try to be brave?
At her funeral they gave her a rose
One falling petal graced her casket
In life they held her favor I suppose
Now, in death, black petals fill her basket.
The Devil laughs as she's put in her place.
Its over now, she has finished her race.
| ap huh? another one of those overachievers who thinks they are better than the rest of us... you continue to think that you are special... you continue to mislead yourself, and when we rise.................... you will fall to your knees and promise your allegiance to the new reich.||| Posted on 2006-10-24 00:00:00 | by psyko | [ Reply to This ] |