8 September 2012
Of her once-upon-a-times Broken and burned For all of her crimes
No happiness found In this hopeful home Since she arrived All was woe
What used to be cheerful Now is destroyed Especially her heart Of which, many have toyed
Keenly looking At all the smiles Knowing she wants a home That'll last awhile
Death and destruction She's dragged along Gleeful people Changed for a lifetime long
Her past A deep regret For that agreement On Satans bet
A promise To be his slaved wife When she was quite small No plans for a life
Only if Her mother didn't pull through After their home in flames, She was sick with Cancer and the flu
If the bet, Was so won If her mother, Had fought on
She wouldn't sit here now Under Satans bind Wishing for a true home Where all is kind
Instead she sees Studies her memories Of what could've been And what'll never be
Ashes all around Of her once cheerful abode She beckons depression and darkness Through her stare so cold
"Master is calling." She graciously moves Remains of memories Pain is proved
A slight breeze She stands tall Satans home, she goes To her demise, she falls
She Falls • Opuss № I