Within this life there was a time,
When on my soul this bitch did dine.
She ate my heart with greedy haste,
Not a morsel did she waste.
My soul was taken with great haste,
Greedily devoured, she loved the taste.
Price by piece she feasted well,
She made my life a living hell
Into the night the witch did fly,
With nothing left, she said goodbye
But heart and soul never truly dies,
From the ashes a Phoenix flies.
( I borrowed the title from a song, the words within are all mine, I always give credit where it's due )
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