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Dark_Matter
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Dead Girl
Poem by me
She's dead
lying in the cold morgue,
pounding the icy ceiling,
her tongue drips venom blackness,
she's the victim of her nightmares,
Stuck in an endless time loop,
Sin keeps her reeling,
temptation had kept her appealing.
but she's dead.
That is not who I am anymore,
I shed her from my skin,
I hung her on the hooks of the cross,
the blood of Christ is where I win.
transforming new everyday,
into this new creature,
Shining bright a new being,
in every single way.
I don't have to give into sin like she did,
because she's gone,
and I am alive.
I am becoming something new.
Poem by me
She's dead
lying in the cold morgue,
pounding the icy ceiling,
her tongue drips venom blackness,
she's the victim of her nightmares,
Stuck in an endless time loop,
Sin keeps her reeling,
temptation had kept her appealing.
but she's dead.
That is not who I am anymore,
I shed her from my skin,
I hung her on the hooks of the cross,
the blood of Christ is where I win.
transforming new everyday,
into this new creature,
Shining bright a new being,
in every single way.
I don't have to give into sin like she did,
because she's gone,
and I am alive.
I am becoming something new.