Reanna Thornton (10/20/1982 / Michigan)
Raindrops fall like broken glass shards and they drip off the raven's wings like tears
The walls are crying of heartache and pain, of innocence and childhood lost.
The Dragon roams and rapes the innocent and steals the heart of love and trust,
Leaving pain and sorrow in its wake, and then the Dragon leaves to return again and again.
The Dragon is never gone nor is he slayed.
He waits in the darkness of a troubled soul looking for his innocent to appear so he
Can ravish his will on her soul again.
She is never safe from the Dragon's grasp he takes a new form everytime he rapes her
And her soul is left charred and cold an unlivable barren waste land.
Those who say they're protect her are just the Dragon waiting,
For the time her walls come down, leaving her naked and bare and then the Dragon takes her again.
The rain falls down like million shards of glass that cut her skin and scars her soul
And leaves her broken and bleeding again.
The raven's call cuts the air as rain continues to fall, the warning cry the Dragon's near
To claim the innocent's soul again.
She cries no more, the tears have dried her faith in life is gone,
The will of men will run free across her burnt up soul
The Dragon's work has found its home inside a hollow heart.
Dead and gone is the innocent her body a shallow grave,
The Dragon's will has raped her soul until there is no more.
Her faith has burned within his grasp her spirit sent to hell,
The Dragon's thoughts invade her own until nothing is her's no more.
Rain drips off the raven's wings like tears from lover's eye
The wall cry tears of sorrow and pain,
As the innocent lays down and dies.
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