Sleep tiny one, you still have time.
Upon your bed, asleep, eyes closed tight,
You look like an angel,
But once you wake...
The Devil lives!
With That Smile Always on your face,
As you hold that knife ready to kill,
You ignore the reflection of the inner you,
Which is crying upon the Knife,
but you hold it tighter ready to cover this reflection with blood.
your victim tries spreading their wings,
Ready to fly,
But falls to the ground as you take your chance to "cover up".
But so young you are,
And so new life still is for you,
But yet so long!
Your victim now laying on the ground,
Toren to pieces and taking it's last breaths,
As you turn to the knife,
To see the reflection,
And through the Blood it grew stronger...
The Reflection,
Of the inner you crying!
 
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