This life is a suicide.

Pin point in the eyes.
Shattered glass from the sky.
In a world so upside down smiles that are fake, and frowns all around.
as the blood slowly drips to the ground her shaky hands rose up to the crown, the crown that belonged to the devil himself.
welcoming her, to her own personal hell.
Little did she know there was no way out,
there is no end.
You see when you play with the devil,
demons start too join in.
One by one
They tear her apart.
Oh poor darling ..welcome to the dark.

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