Her lurking thoughts linger in the thorns of the present,
He bruised figurine whispers in the dark as she mourns
Another death of herself,
A shadow of hope fades away with the setting of the sun,
The fear of being left alone gnaws her mind with tears
Of isolation,
She bawls down to her sorrow as the dark sword of
Injustice reaps her spirit to threads,
Fallen though she is her will to break free conquers
The destructive ideologies of the human traitors,
A tear drop from
the heavens blind
them from her as
they seek and kill life,
The bloodshed in her young mind screams
Silently as the end of misery draws in.
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