The Porcelain Angel Final Entry

Tap tap tap

If she can free herself, she can mend her wounds

Prolong this any longer and she just might reach her doom

Our beloved Porcelain Angel has found a place a where the monster can't hear her think

Pacing back and forth, she stands still for just a moment, long enough to pour herself another drink

Tick tock, make a move, you're running out the clock

I banish you to the lake of fire from which you came, you're not welcome here! Find elsewhere to deacy and rot

"You foolish, beautiful girl, there is nowhere you can hide,

Wherever you go, I will find my way inside"

And if you fight, you suffer, and you will scream

Please wake up! Let this all be a frightening dream

Pinch, pinch

I'm still lost in the darkness of your haunting

Stealing my youth, reaping, burning and taunting 

Desperate times calls for desperate actions

His momentous obsession with her soul has become a fatal attraction

Pointlessly, desperately kneeling to God, weeping that he might hold her hand 

 Repenting her sins,giving herself to God, this time she's made him especially mad

His hands firm around her throat, whispering sweetly in her ear "there is no way out"

Hysterically  reaching for her pockets to find that rusty blade, she puts it to her wrists,and slices from one side to the other, her blood fills the cold, empty room, she found her way out

May we remember, and may we mourn the Porcelain Angel for who she secretly was, a lost soul soaked in her own madness

Her monster has won, because her monster was never a man, but a representative of her sadness