6_feet_under 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. 040507 what's it to you? who go blather from