Drowning Souls

I was beautiful, and virtuous so naive.

I was taken away by you, and held in your hellish captivity.

I fell so hard, I was lost, and oh so beautiful.

After so long of your harsh mockery, I told myself to tke it!

The poison arsinic that could save me, olny to that it would betray me.

Now you've let me go. Am I not beautiful? Am I not virtuouse? But I am naive.

I walk to the shores, in hope that the fallen and poor will take me.

I walk along the peir, in my silent fear, being shunned even by them.

I see the water it's deep coldness filling my heart, this will be my end.