Once pleasant smiles,
turn in to melancholy frowns.
Bound by the chain of thee's
inner world collapsing.
Just a fantasy,
to fill the void,
of her black-tainted heart.
Loneliness creeps over her,
the Devil's finest work.
Putting in thoughts
she can't stop.
By making her wish
for the impossible,
while ripping her heart out,
leaving a hole
of emptiness and despair.
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