Arms bound in blood and bandage
The blade she held has done its damage
Young locks of blonde slowly turn to black
Youth's eyes of blue will never look back

Skin of silk fades to an ashy gray
Becomes translucent day by day
Blood stained bandages fall to the ground
She waits and prays to soon be found

Voice of melody, hidden by cries
Passion to bleed, her own demise
Pleas for help, left unsaid
Her pain bleeds out, as she lies in bed

The clock ticks her time away
She's lost the fight, she'll die today
She will die as she counts to ten
She will soon be happy again
 
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