Cold Machine
In the mirror,
She can see,
A thousand flaws,
A million mistakes,
A few things right,
She seems so sweet,
Her heart is cold,
Her mind is weak,
She has a curse,
Behind her pastel skin,
A voice that taps her on the shoulder,
A voice that starves her,
Literally starves her,
Of more than food,
Of pride,
Of friends,
Of joy,
That makes her isolate herself,
That tells her they’re all liars,
Are they?
Do they lie?
When she stands on the demon,
A number,
A scar,
A sinking heart,
A pounding pulse,
A sinking girl,
Left alone,
With a voice,
A voice set out to kill,
To kill an innocent girl.
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