Never to wake

by essex gal   Oct 18, 2006


Her body fell,
Into the depts of hell,
Her hair dyed with blood,
Fell into the mud,
Darkness,
Heartless.
Her spirts all cold,
Like her soul was sold,
Evil drove her mad,
Making her sad,
Darkness,
Heartless.

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