slaughtered

she is the lamb, he is the slaughter

Naive was the fawn, so raw and ready
Body healthy, skin as pure and luscious as gardinian petals

The fawn dream't of passion

Life was never as good as a fairy tale

Breathing is living

Wandering through misty forests of brick and gas

Innocent to the fire that was her heart.

His eyes pierced in like the soothing tones in a cat's meow

Fading in and out in the wind

Just let go, just breath slow

She was the lamb and he was the slaughter

Her slaughter

Original sin

Corrupted fate

Mindless paradise

wish it was love

She walked around like a skeleton that night
Nobody could see her, her body so thin and fragile
Pre buried

crying

slaughtered