She was a different kind of creature
A solemn yet open black hole
She could open her eyes to eternity
And offer her hand to oblivion

She was a special kind of creature
A deep and sorrowful mind
She could keep her arms open
but keep a closed mind

She was nothing to special
just a rock ont he ground
but if someone picked her up
she could reveal a world of love

She was Divinity's creature
A holy-matic being
graced by the hands of hell
yet heaven all the same

Her solemn cries were always left unanswered
Her different tears were left in a pool
She was different for the sake of being
She was different for the sake of hating

She checks over her shoudler
what a disolate sight
her heart on the ground
she gave up the fight

Her face is broken
her arms bound behind her back
She cries only injustices
Imperfections that hold her being

She looks no longer
Sewing her mouth shut
Her eyes shut forever
Just like the first deep cut...

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