Melanchoy
Born of a destructive womb
A beautiful spirit emerged
Made for love caring and gentle kindness
Although destruction was soon to come
Demons surrounded and were quick to devour
The innocence of such a soul
They murdered her psychologically and then left here to her own
The hunger they grew for hate
Brought her to the edge of almost termination
But by then love had finally reached her
Although she may not have been sure at first
And one day her eternal hapiness will come
Then her demons will combust in a defeating flame
And until that day she will lay in a bath made of teary hate
That those demons caused her as they took away her spirit
And left her with nothing but self defeat.