Her


She lays in pain held down by a void:
Voiceless, as her throat is strained with weakness.
Yet stilled, her body exerts a power,
As delicate as a flower but like a twinge from a thorn.

Voiceless, as her throat is strained with weakness
Starved and delirious from the lies she is fed.
As delicate as a flower but like a twinge from a thorn:
She is a destruction from the inside out.

Starved and delirious from the lies she is fed
A tornado with a wind-breaking force.
She is a destruction from the inside out.
Her are eyes are darkened from the gauntness of herself.

A tornado with a wind-breaking force.
She started to soar, for her body couldn't take more
Her are darkened from the gauntness of herself.
She began to allure the darkness as her heart sings.

She started to soar, for her body couldn't take more
She began to allure the darkness as her heart sings,
As delicate as a flower but like a twinge from a thorn
A tornado with a wind-breaking force.

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