What lurks behind~
these eyes so green?
A rage so vile~
a soul so mean.

What hides within~
this skin so fair?
A crazy fiend~
with nothing to share.

What lives inside~
this tall frame of mine?
A sad woman~
running out of time.

What resides here in~
my blonde head?
A tormented mind~
filled with nothing but dread.

What dwells within~
this heart that beats?
Memories of lost loved ones~
and numerous defeats.

What calls itself home~
within my weary soul?
Nothing my dear~
but an empty hole.

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