Deomis One shot had stopped the screams
That once issued from her mouth.
Her lips, now blood red,
Are frozen forever, in time.

Now she lies there
Cold and still, a pale manikin.
Fire and Ice was what she was
A fragile soul of tissue paper.

They're putting her body down
Deep into the barren earth
Covering, hiding the facts
They won't face the truth.

6 feet under now she lies
The cold rains beat upon her bed
And the roses are but thorns
Soaking up the blood that stains her.
what's it to you?
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