Open the pages and read
her life
It's a real short story,
no need to read it twice
Because she's no longer here
for you to give your advice
But take cautious when reading
Her spirits still around,
Laugh at her story,
she'll take you hell bound
But anyways enough with the narration
Hope you don't feel that cold sensation
She's electrifying, her hearts turned black as black
But her soul is crying,
Because she cannot turn it back
She looks in the mirror
to see her soul is dying,
One lonely teardrop won't stop her defying
as she trys to weighs out her last and final options
But she better move quickly cuz her reflection is fading
No longer a silhouette, just an outline with shading
She wants to stop but it's already too late
She's already standing in front of Hell's Gate
Days before though Her blood ran ice cold,
Sold her soul to the devil, As she watched her skin turning old,
Now her soul is gone, but what did she sell it for,
She Faded into nothing
but honestly the stories not completed,
You better watch your back,
and never think that you can beat it
It may not catch up to you until you get old,
NOW
Her story's Been Told,
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