She was a beauty with sorrow-filled eyes,



A mask of hope was her only disguise.




She laughed at her joke of a bitter life,



Slowly but surely, she’s losing her mind.


She was a beauty with scars so condensed,



While her sanity faded the pain would commence.


She crawled across the floor in search of her dreams,



Finding only nightmares filled with piercing silent screams.


She was a beauty with a twisted mind,



Thoughts dripping with venom filled her every sigh.


Her arms are covered with words of hate,



She feared her end, her despicable fate.


She is a beauty with empty eyes,



She wears no mask, she has nothing to hide.


When she lost her mind she found the knife,

Slowly but surely, she’s losing her life.