She comes to stab him with her knives
The wounded soldier trapped inside She dare not knock upon his door His truth will burn her to the floor She lies await to vent her rage The devil's puppet on a stage Without a reason truly fair She'll try to lure him with her hair She wants to run, no where to hide She lies alone, too weak to cry So desperate for a great escape She hopes the end will help will wake She hopes his pain will set her free She cries with tears of knives. Carter Chase Dec.6th 2017
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