Misoneism
She escapes to paradise as darkness is inside her,
on top dripping on her.
She wish sliceing through darkness
in hopes of light.
But the only weapons concealed
are the ones in her back.
She recieves her judgement at the foot-end of the bed.
Darkness shut the door,
but had never really left.
She crank up the instrumental waves, and scream, hit, kick at thin air
She feel a certain righteousness in her wrong doing´s, perhaps because she knows no better.
And despite her actions
she is not a malevolent girl,
she merely wears her shield with pride
and try to put her previous
mischief behind,
but her misoneism
deprive her of that luxery.
She escapes to paradise as darkness is inside her,
on top dripping on her.
She wish sliceing through darkness
in hopes of light.
But the only weapons concealed
are the ones in her back.
She recieves her judgement at the foot-end of the bed.
Darkness shut the door,
but had never really left.
She crank up the instrumental waves, and scream, hit, kick at thin air
She feel a certain righteousness in her wrong doing´s, perhaps because she knows no better.
And despite her actions
she is not a malevolent girl,
she merely wears her shield with pride
and try to put her previous
mischief behind,
but her misoneism
deprive her of that luxery.
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