DL (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

Her Reality Is Torn

Measure me my majesty
Pleasure me don’t tease me
Seek your treasure in the eyes
Of the girl who bends eternity.

Her reality is torn
Her soul was never warned.
Now she lies alone
Ripping raw flesh from the bone
Of maggot infested corpses
Without remorse she is rising
To the sour surprise of all that
Have looked and found no anger
In her eyes.

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