In a world that feels so cold
stuck with no one important to hold
lights glistening so bright
but only at night
god, what a beautiful sight
look into the stars
see straight through to mars
the rings around that cant be seen
tells you that the world is not ment to be mean
solid answers
and a broken dream
the child finally starts to scream
dead in heart but alive in mind
thinks she is the last of her kind
breath just like a wild wind
child dead and completly sinned
everyone against the world
my soul feels twisted and curled
the demons cannot control me
but they've turned my soul into debris
demonic child, put to rest
hopefully she will be blessed