There's this girl in front of me
With eyes full of stars
Her hair like the wind's embrace
Her smile like that of Angels living far
Slowly though like every beautiful flower
She is plucked from the tree
To be in a vase of societal shackles
Or to be withered away in it's forgotten glory
Her eyes now the shade of obsidian
The stars in her eyes she no longer carry
Her smile now faded, her soul full of unseen agony
Withered away, burried in the ground she finally has a face resembling peace
Though slowly she'll return back from the embrace of mother earth
With her eyes full of stars and her smile so sickeningly sweet
Yet the cycle will repeat again with her soul everytime tainted an ugly shade of dark symphony
But will there be a day this cycle breaks?
Will there be a day she realises her existence has been Astray???

~Scythe
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