the deformed princess

in the chilled dead of night of this studio, the deformed princess was born
on this tempestous night, awoken by thunder that cut through the darkness
before my eyes, a weak, hanged puppet master
the nightmare curtain rises.. the trembling will not stop
suffering desperately from their empassioned screams,
the figure in the mirror collapsed
the girl, unaware of this demonic beauty just damns her own self
so ugly and repulsive, this figure
i will not forgive the cruelty of she that created me
i hurt all that come near me, with these eyes swollen from weeping


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