Artist Unknown~X~
"She has no face, she has no name; a lost soul, The Devil to blame."
A fictional poem written and created by me.

.............................................................. ~X~ ................................................................PREY There’s a girl, stranger than fiction Her body, her mind, her soul Twisted and torn; life in restriction.  
She sits alone on the swinging tire of the willow treeIsolated and consumed by thoughts Crying to be free.  
“Don’t give up. There is still hope left,” she’d say Until The Devil returned And cast that thought away.  
A puppet in his eyes A broken spirit Toying with her until she dies.  
And there alone, she weeps and wallows Numb, she opens the bottle of pills And downs them in five swallows.  
As she waits, she picks a lonesome flower Petal by petal Reflecting in her final hour.
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