She sold her soul for birth controll,
she lets demons in her home.
She build a wall to hide behind,
and trusts the visions of the blind.
She is the calm before the storm
She is the breeze when its too warm,
Finds pleasure in violence,
and wisdom in silence.
She drinks blood and calls it wine,
She is yours yet she is mine.
She wears her cross upside down,
She holds your soul inside her crown.
She is imortal and wants to die,
She cant escape but still she tries.
so she hides her days away,
Untill the earth is washed away. |
Submission Name: She
Beautifully done.