Holding Hands With The Devil

What's in her mind, sharp lines slice her in half,

Into faded dark red, green and blue

And the flowers cover up each emotional scar,

From ever even shining on through.

To show the gouges ripped from her thoughts

To show the bruised, shaken and torn

Slit while she slept, in a nightmare of hell

For her public body to remain an unborn

What does she think, where does she go

When her eyes are wide open to Black

When her eyes are blank to all of the noise

After her soul escaped the attack?

Does she remember those days that've gone

When she obeyed every little demand?

Does she remember those days when she sold her soul

Just to hold onto his hand?