a petty song, for the petty soul
skin like milk, mind like coal
frail and small, bent and broke
the gift i gave, now revoked.
a price you pay, for what you were
more than needed, just glamour.
a token of love, payed with flesh
a dress you wore of black digress.
so fold your hands, across your breast
the time you used, i'm not impressed.
it was all in vain, just for the eye
i feel no sorrow, you now must die










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