Dark Beauty of Death
Beauty could be a flower or a person.
Beauty could be anything it choice to be, in this world their is not enough beauty. I wounder why?
Why is their not enough beauty in the world? All I can see is black, blue, purple, orange, and gray. What going to happen next, heartache, blood, cuts, broken bones or death.
One day my future will change, one day my knight will help me. Before my soul is crush or death take me, I not like living in Hell anymore.
Help, help, help, I cry out for freedom. After so much pain, dark beauty is all I see, when do I see something more.
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