| Ode of a Tortured Soul For heaven sent.
In heaven no more.
Just crushed.
Damned into the floor.
Bent, beaten, and broken.
She lays limp and still.
Happiness he has taken.
Her memory he will kill.
Precious
but not.
He'll have left her,
left her to rot.
Her heart beats its final beat,
his hand crushing her throat.
her soul out of her reach,
she'll soon approach.
To him, one so mighty
she floats away.
Kiss upon her cheek,
ever so slightly.
He hurts you no more,
unto me you'll stay.
Out of your heart pain will pour,
for he can't hurt you anymore.
To heaven you will go,
and there you will stay.
To hell will go your father
for taking your life away.
Last edited by starfire1036; May 19, 2008 at 03:20 PM.
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