Beautiful Horror
MariFlux
She doesn't know herself yet.
She hasn't taken her first steps.
She's the reason he's kept
Surviving with no regrets.
Mortal enemies collide
And deminish what little pride
While she curls up and cries
Over her short, weak life
One is a monster in her eyes
One she can't help but despise
Because of the fatal lies
That he whispers every time
Two enemies battle for one soul,
This is a burden she must hold
Wounds are made from what's told,
Someone will shatter from this hold
Time goes by, and things get colder
Three people are fighting like soldiers
Two of them want to hold her
But this?
Could break her; this Beautiful Horror.