Who is she, what is her life
Daily tourment and torturing pain
Struggles with family through sickness
Battles with each other in times of health
Aside from that, the world shuns her
Despises her for her beauty, her mind and soul
Even in sleep the laughs plague her weary being
An intolerable amount of years spent loathing existence
How can she remedy the disease of life?
Suicide, no thats an ugly thing to call it
Self liberation from false imprisonment, thats it!
As the moon sets, she will rise in the name of freedom.
Take the knife from the cabinet and dig her self free
Escape the shackles of the burden called life
Looked down upon once, she now will gaze down from heaven


Her body stained by crimson relieve
Fleeing soul escaping through plentiful wounds
Death by a thousand cuts.
Her rescue from lifes prision is almost near.
Blood rains down upon the hateful earth,
Saturating the hearth with scarlet despair
As things get dark she hums a small prayer
Wishing her own soul safe passage to above.
         "please allow  my soul in
          weigh me against the feather, i have no sin
          you will see I'm pure
          never did I cave to sins sweet allure
          please grant my soul safe passage
          levitate me to you in your carriage
          being stuck on earth i fear
          for I am not wanted here"
Soon she will join the stars and her ancestors
Assumed dull on earth
But shining just as bright as the rest, among the heavens