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Her Mortal Misery

She fell into despair
As if she has lost
The chance of hope,
Time after time she breaks
Thinking the battle has paid off her defeat
Knocking her to isolation.

Until tomorrow marks another horror,
The disease taking its toll,
Ripping her apart from one of loyalty,
Locking her in a cave
With her imprisoned reflections
As she screams “Let me out!”

Like her straightforward path
Torn to pieces,
Never to be put together,
It turns out the terror disease
Still weakens her strength,
Close to her taunting fate.
Still, she aimlessly treads her deadly path,
More and more the inner wound grows mortal,
Impossible to recover.

The disease of death yet to come
Carrying out the message,
“Suffer little, little princess”
While she turns pale,
Choking out her blood,
Collapsing away, her time ticking
As the carrier of death approaches,
Taking away the helpless victim
In her gown of white,
Stained in red, her soul to claim,
Until who next contracts the disease.
Written by LordErebus22 (Sir_Erebus)
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