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Dirty Floor
An unforeseen heartache
That cracks her very soul
She feels her shattered heart
Oozing from her pores.
What happened to the
Happy girl that once
Made her life whole.
Now she is empty a shell
Of what once was so pure.
The monster slowly bleeds her
Heart of love and hope
With each wicked word spoken.
Is he smiling at what she has become
His blackened soul satisfied at
Knowing he has won.
The monster looks down at her
With evil in his eyes
And he feels nothing
As she squeezed the trigger
One last time.
Look at your reflection in
Her crimson colored life
Now in puddles on
This dirty floor.
That cracks her very soul
She feels her shattered heart
Oozing from her pores.
What happened to the
Happy girl that once
Made her life whole.
Now she is empty a shell
Of what once was so pure.
The monster slowly bleeds her
Heart of love and hope
With each wicked word spoken.
Is he smiling at what she has become
His blackened soul satisfied at
Knowing he has won.
The monster looks down at her
With evil in his eyes
And he feels nothing
As she squeezed the trigger
One last time.
Look at your reflection in
Her crimson colored life
Now in puddles on
This dirty floor.
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