It was a dark night, and then lost sight; Well now I think Black is too Bright; It was dusk of the life, felt like I m Burnt Alive, Overpowered by the Demons, No God to hear my Shrive;
Shouted till neck bleed, Screamed and even Plead, But to the Demons of Satan I was there's to Feed,
I WEAR a Cold when they Undressed me, Their Scratches won't hurt when they Fest me; At Seconds, Felt Ages my beauty fell apart, And now every drop of my Tears are just Art,
Art to see, art to Talk About, They are now the Subjects for others to Shout...!
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