AquaticJM

I am not your little girl No pretty dresses and curls Anymore I am not that little child Who knew of nothing but smiles Evermore The years that have passed Left marks on the past And stained this clear glass Behind the storm blasts Now within a monster dwells Despite such attempts to quell This deluge Now inside there lives a fiend Whose sins cannot be redeemed No refuge The years on this path Have filled it with wrath Seeking a bloodbath Scorn all aftermath But maybe somewhere still That small girl holds the quill...