(Someone once told em to write about something that i hate in first person, because i let my anger fuel my writing, and i hate child obductors, so i wrote out being one)
Wiping away your tears like im answerng your cries
Your quivered lips compliment your swolen dark blue eyes
I whisper into your ear that everything will be ok
I tear away your throat, watching your lfie slowly fade away
Good little girl, you begged for your life before i took it from you
You had such pretty little eyes so very curious and blue
You were no different from the other girls, still a little whore
But when you looked at me and begged for life, your bravery i adored
That really dosent matter now, you are in a better place
I will always remember your curious eyes and your dress of silk and lace
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