Suffocated by her demons, she cries out to the souls,
A pained broken mirror - deprived of her goals
Blood staining metal; knife slashed into skin.
Lest they are too late, shall her tormentors win?
Shant let her die, says Michael and Lucifer,
But so close is the act of deadly executioner;
We don?t know how to save her, but let us fight to the end
To serve and protect - someone broken to defend.
Alyssa, she calls her, a demon to find-
Yet how can you protect someone from their own mind?
A battle for lost before it even starts:
But in the middle, in the end, lies a still beating heart.
A singing soul worth the blood angels shed:
A crying girl from a life full of dread,
A heated battle, between heaven and hell-
A loss on one side, of which death shall dwell.
To smile, to laugh, to breathe one last time;
A path left open for her to define.
But could it help her, really help her, from the jaws of the end?
Our battle for another - our fight for a friend.
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