Confusion and torment
Setembro 27, 2016
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
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Setembro 27, 2016
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Setembro 26, 2016
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Pretty toy
What a pretty, pretty toy she was
A doll, a plastic doll
So she felt like
A toy for men and women to play with
So important they were these big adults
Way more filthy than she would ever be
There was a gun,
And a hole in her head
She was a bitch, no more than a bitch
Death was the best she could hope for
Her eyes, her heart
Her mind, her soul
What a wrecked pretty toy
Setembro 25, 2016
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
"Sorry" he said
It was just a game
He liked the innocense
He liked the childshness
He'd spend the afternoon inside her
But it was just game he said
And she bled for what seemed like hours
She bled for years
The little girl with the blue sandals
And her seducting childshness
She wore her sorrow like a cloak
Feeling bewildered and tormented
She raced through the world
And then locked herself out of life
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