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Soul


She had a warm soul But the monster had claimed her, mutilated her Captured her heart and broke it She had a warm soul The girl found herself frozen in self-hate and depression The monster did this Her arms full of scars, her heart full of broken glass Her mind full of rage, her body full of his poison She had a warm soul Her mind his from reality The sun soon came out, she had no need for that beast She had a cold soul He claimed she was a monster She played with his heart This monster had no remorse
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