Suicidal Angel

She is a closed-case death and an unvisited grave,

Addiction and heartbreak's most tortured slave,

Shadowy charcoal wings in each impression,

Drawn by her in the depths of depression.

Over her wrists, the skin scars and thins,

Her mind tormented by so-called sins.

Deprived, aveneged through Suicide,

A family's shame becomes a demon's bride.


The End

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