[ozark]

** * * * * * * *"BLACK ROSE"
Her skin tone fades, as deaths touch grips her blades,
Her sorrows cascade, Through a cleft rush *slips her pain,
The agonys cold, as the frigid tips of the shears cut fierce into her veins,*
Shes black on the soul, as vivid pics of the years pierce into her brain,
Thoughts reminess through her white eyes, pale as a winters death,
Brings her back to a time, where days werent dark as night skies, or stale as a sinners breath,
** * * * * * "THE BEGINNING"
Her joy was grand, and life was full of fruitful blooms pending,
She was coy as planned, yet life held secrets of a youthful tomb ending,
Her father was in a crash and died unexpected,*
She held tha pain, as she walked around un affected,*
Her mother, married her lover, her thoughts, none infected,
Until the guy started abusein her youth, her mother caught him un protected,
But aside her maternal knowledge, she buried the truth,
Behind tears, eternal vassalage of proof,*
The fear instead, was no homage to her youth,
** * * * * * "THE FIRST CUT"
She locked herself away in the room, where she layed her head,*
Down in dismay, at the gloom, the first time she felt the razors edge,
She couldnt speake of the anguish, so with aimless actions,
She cut deep beneathe, and found pain as passion,
The blood leaked, as she was weake, yet tha angers passin,
She vowed not to speake of all the missused,*
So she bowed her head and prayed to her father, all the miss yous,
** * * * "HIDDEN TREASURE"
With long sleeves, she covered every trace of her markings,
But every slice of hell, was not felt, as if replaced by morphine,
She became addicted, by any means, she was more fiend,
Yet her mother stayed silent, in dissreguard to her poor queen,
The abuse made her step father feel like he was more king,
She loathed every night, before she'd hear the door swing,*
** * * * * "THE FINAL CUT"
*The heat came yearly, so as the sweat trickled,
Clothed for seasons past, her friends became less fickled,
She couldnt speake, as if her mouth was sewn shut,
She grew weary of this life, based on her own cuts,
One last pass, so she would *remember the name,
And soak it all in, through blood seaped clothes, she hender'd the pain-
** * * * * *"CUTTING TIES"
She grasped the scissors, and started to breake free,
Cutting through the love, which became her missery,
She couldnt speake, yet now her screams r running through,
She was weake, yet now her Dreams r coming true,
Her silence is broken, she will finally be heard,
As she cuts through the pain, the justice she deserves will be served/








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[ozark]

** * * * * * * *"BLACK ROSE"
Her skin tone fades, as deaths touch grips her blades,
Her sorrows cascade, Through a cleft rush *slips her pain,
The agonys cold, as the frigid tips of the shears cut fierce into her veins,*
Shes black on the soul, as vivid pics of the years pierce into her brain,
Thoughts reminess through her white eyes, pale as a winters death,
Brings her back to a time, where days werent dark as night skies, or stale as a sinners breath,
** * * * * * "THE BEGINNING"
Her joy was grand, and life was full of fruitful blooms pending,
She was coy as planned, yet life held secrets of a youthful tomb ending,
Her father was in a crash and died unexpected,*
She held tha pain, as she walked around un affected,*
Her mother, married her lover, her thoughts, none infected,
Until the guy started abusein her youth, her mother caught him un protected,
But aside her maternal knowledge, she buried the truth,
Behind tears, eternal vassalage of proof,*
The fear instead, was no homage to her youth,
** * * * * * "THE FIRST CUT"
She locked herself away in the room, where she layed her head,*
Down in dismay, at the gloom, the first time she felt the razors edge,
She couldnt speake of the anguish, so with aimless actions,
She cut deep beneathe, and found pain as passion,
The blood leaked, as she was weake, yet tha angers passin,
She vowed not to speake of all the missused,*
So she bowed her head and prayed to her father, all the miss yous,
** * * * "HIDDEN TREASURE"
With long sleeves, she covered every trace of her markings,
But every slice of hell, was not felt, as if replaced by morphine,
She became addicted, by any means, she was more fiend,
Yet her mother stayed silent, in dissreguard to her poor queen,
The abuse made her step father feel like he was more king,
She loathed every night, before she'd hear the door swing,*
** * * * * "THE FINAL CUT"
*The heat came yearly, so as the sweat trickled,
Clothed for seasons past, her friends became less fickled,
She couldnt speake, as if her mouth was sewn shut,
She grew weary of this life, based on her own cuts,
One last pass, so she would *remember the name,
And soak it all in, through blood seaped clothes, she hender'd the pain-
** * * * * *"CUTTING TIES"
She grasped the scissors, and started to breake free,
Cutting through the love, which became her missery,
She couldnt speake, yet now her screams r running through,
She was weake, yet now her Dreams r coming true,
Her silence is broken, she will finally be heard,
As she cuts through the pain, the justice she deserves will be served/








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