Mary Belle

Born,
Brought up with lies for a life
Instability brings on aggression
Learnt fast in grim neighbourhood
But can you know how it feels to be dead
Can you see what goes on inside my mind
I can't just waste time
For the feeling of death it holds my attention
Fixation of a child

Kill,
Found in a broken house
Choked of life, blood upon a child's hands
Punctured body found in a wasteland of life
Now you know how it feels to be dead

It's obscene what goes on inside my mind
Shattered remnants of a crossed line
Does the feeling of death still hold my attention
To the fixation of a child

Death dealt my hands
Remorseless, heartless, psycopathic
Rubbed in victims face
Mother why did you have to leave

A child enraged
A victim enslaved

False breed of my life
Fair hands upon their necks
I am but a child
I will take your life

A child enraged
A victim enslaved

Girl
Child sentenced for her life
11 years to have passed now she's gone