there was a girl whose face was defect
she sewed it firmly with a tight grasp
days passed, time elapsed
every day at the same old place
i watched her being mutilated
her skin mixed with her face
puked in morbid disgrace
society battered her knees
she cried with relentless disease
she never tried to look at my eyes
afraid to see hell in fatal disguise
her veins ,melting in decay'
never looked back, never turned
healing the scars of yesterday
peers looked as she humidly burned
her name was lovely
unlike her suffering
and as she leap boldly
her senses deafening
although shes fake as the human frame
shes more pure than a glorious name
though she did not survive the fall
she'll be remembered after all.
Touching, though horribly, but it's expected after all when you are describing a human brutality for which "horrible" is a minor word!
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