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Lost in the labyrinth of her mind.

Pain and sorrow increasing over time.

Hate and love mixed through lies.

When she cuts herself, she swears it's the last time.

Blood is key to set her free.

Yet no matter how deep the razor goes

She still leaves scars of a failed attempts.

Curupt by agony she slowly wept

"Why can't I die"? She screams beyond upset.

Life is her curse that I have given.

I drained the young madiens mentality until I could no longer be forgiven.

A vampire in my own rite, I do regret.

She was the queen of everything until I exposed her naked to be seen.

Crusified like Christ she wonders,

"Why have you forsaken me?"

When she cuts herself with no tears in her eyes, she has the intent

to end her life with no regrets.

Yet no matter how deep the razor goes

She still leaves scars of a failed attempt

Let theses markings be known that I as a king have failed my test.

Unlike the Queen, Death is waiting to pull my last breath....