Upon Her White Dress Lays Red
Red That Sheds From Her Own
Her Fingertips draw against her face
Upon many painful scars shone
Her Breath Whispers Deadly Sins
That she could never begin to regret
Since they have foregone many deaths
As she still dwells in life's debt
Shackles lay against her chafing skin
Chained to the debt she still owes
Eternity is the price of these confessions
And death internally within her pose
Such A beautiful face behind all those scars
Blanketed across felonious sins as well
Deepening in chimera visions and sorrow
She buries deep within the walls of deaths cell.
