Writes Of Beauty

Writes of beauty beneath her skin
bones and blood wearing thin
locked up in a place of mental health
death date set on the wall
it's the punishment they call
words of truth left unsaid
until the moments before shes dead

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White walls covered in black
body art going slack
chained down until her dying day
chained down until shes sent away

No one knows shes not crazy
they only see her suffering slowly
they cant tell she doesnt belong
this place for her is all wrong
she'll be dead by midnight hour
white walls of bloody horror
even chained down she will suffice
leaving her body cold as ice

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Memories dance across black words
blood and flames and burning wood
yelling, screaming throughout the night
voices trying to find her inner fright
demons wait for the time to strike
blood and beauty is what they like
the medicine she has wont keep her safe
instead she turns her marker into a knife
making it sharp enough to end her life

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a place to fix mental illness
Tapes of patience in complete silence
Writhing in their silent pain
Listening to the rush of their vein
On their beds they rock to keep the pain at bay
Help them before they lose their way
Arms already full of scars and tears
their just like her but have new fears

White walls covered in black marker
over and over it claims she'll be stronger
chained down until she finds a way
chained down until she doesnt have to stay