About a person who through the horrors in their past has a distorted outlook on life and mistakes love for slavery

Success is easy to absorb

because it fades into the wind

tears turn to ice and shatter on the ground

in this barren arctic winter

Beset by tragedy and failure

fate has a cruel hand for you in store

nothing I could've done would've saved her

from the darkness in her life

that has followed her and shamed her

Corrupted through the actions of another

cast out by her father and despised by her mother

horror appears in many circles and forms

and out of her horror, a black hatred is born

Loved by a few but she rejects them

born with a lust for those who pull the strings

corrupted by a few but she still adores them

still bound to those who pull the strings

The End

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