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Nicole
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Date Posted: 03:31:19 10/29/01 Mon
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Some say she was born,
To be abused.
Others even say she lit the fuse.
Her body is broken,
Her mind nearly gone,
But what they don't know,
Is that they are all wrong...
She screams through the night,
Her body burns,
Experiences teaches, but she never learns.
A victim of desires,
Of nightmares and dreams,
Can you hear her anger?
Can you hear her screams?
Look close you will see the truth in it's whole,
The lines are clearly there,
She is not in control.
Her spirit fights hard,
'Gainst a force meant to bring,
Love, hatred, pleasure and pain.
The Grim Reaper...pulls her puppet strings.
The dragon enters,
Thus the Reaper grins,
A symmetry they share...though she never wins.
She takes a deep breath,
Knowing what is to come.
The dragon wraps around her,
Her world comes undone.
The night sky descends,
The earth starts to glow,
Her feelings of terror, only she knows.
The dragon, her demon,
Puts his head on her chest,
She braces herself,
There will be no rest.
He tightens his grip,
She is battered and worn.
Silently wondering...Is this why I was born?
Her only reprieve,
Is when morning finally comes,
The dragon retreats,
Satisfied he's won.
She sleeps through the day,
Her strength to renew,
The hours of comfort, she knows will be few.
They fight for her soul,
The dragon and she.
Each tortured by Reaper,
Never to be free.
The Grim Reaper...pulls her puppet strings.
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