life is not long enough to live
nothing is real to take or give
a battle to live till the end
u love and you are the fiend
a princess lost in a forest
treated as a treasure wrapped in a chest
drenched in blood n soaked in bleach
voices crack bu still i screech
death keeps mocking till i die
left with eyes glazed n souls dry
bu death is just an extension of life
where we live to recollect the strife...
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