Hello little girl,
with eyes made by tears,
porcelain lips of red,
and the face of shattered glass.
Do you feel your pain?
Do you understand your reality?
Don't worry, little girl,
it's not like I see.
See your pain,
your suffering.
Chipped nails of cheerful red with blood stained arms that scream,
"Come back to me".
Blade to your wrists,
your body screams in desire for more silver metal.
"To taste the lips of Lucifer"
they say to you, with eyes glazed over by lust for more bloodshed.
I want to save you from metallic red,
keep that salt from flowing away.
I want you in one piece,
alive and here by me,
for whom else will I trust when you are gone?
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