singingfortherain

Once upon a yesterday, there was a lost child, Who, underneath the threats, was a soul so mild. Her name was Dunsany, dysfunctional, and poor She begged to her superiors, but never asked for more Wrists bloody and scarred, and eyes of amethyst Dunsany would only cry when hidden by the mist Alone and scared, she hid from words that wounded lives They callously made her bleed; they stabbed her just like knives Running barefoot from one nightmare, and onto the next Dunsany pondered why they chose her to vex Escaping from a harsh world, carrying all the blame, A lonely girl learns of our torturing game Weeping in a field of silver and