• she is not scared to die
    best things in life just make her cry
    she feels her soul is dry
    pepole hurt the shy
    she looks in her mirror
    she sees a sinner.
    Painful memorys of the past
    her freinds never suck around for long
    she cant rember the last time she was happy
    last time she had laughed.
    Her soul shattered like glass
    thinking of the day when love will come her way
    hoping her abuseive dad would go away.
    Voodoo dolls
    and broken souls
    brakeing hearts
    fall apart
    life is pain to her
    life is empty
    lifes a strain .
    She gos walking in the rain
    bumps into a vampire called kain
    he takes her to his lair
    makes her care.
    He stares into her eyes
    reading her thoughts that arise
    glazed eyes full of tears
    as he bites
    sending her fears sky high
    he sees her crying as he bites
    hes drained her life
    hes taken her soul
    she had no one to blame but herself this is what she wanted
    rest in peace carol desicst.