Tiny porcelain it touches
Rips to shreds all that it sees
With talons in those pretty nails
She will fight her way from her grave
ANd from that we will see a legacy
We will
Its just for her
She spawns from death new lives
But no one comes back the same
And were I once saw sweetness
Where once at me she smiled
Laughed even on her deathbed
"Mommy, I'll always love you"
There was now but a cage
And my hatred buried in her
Mortality is not to my tastes
Yet no comparison lies within as now its put her in a prison
She cannot bend the bars of death
My angel does not fly
She bites















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"Im sorry miss, but you're fired"
"Why?"
"For having unprotected sex with company oranges"
~written-from-within
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