Doom lingering above her head,
As the cold stone burned her tender feet,
Waiting to prance, as a tiger on pray, when oportunity called
Life hung as a loose tooth,
Everything had been squeezed outside in,
All pain was hidden and not even a glimpse was to be shown
Not even a tear could remain
Leaving a hopelss soul,
With nothing to live for, not a reason remained
Death was the only way to escape the lingering pain
Ever so clear was the reason,
So a meaningless and painful life ended in horror,
But became happieness deep inside
 
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