Twisted Rhyme

A place for the somewhat dark undertones of my creative mind

Lily

Poor innocent Lily so gentle and true
came into this world full of hope and value.
Relying on others for knowledge and rule
Lily trusted her elders and listened at school.

She strived for distinction and studied for worth
but found only frustration on this dishonest earth.
Losing battle for triumph she slowly declined,
leaving Lily with only what fate had defined.

Poor innocent Lily what had she done wrong?
She’d played by the rules but she didn’t belong.
So she ran from salvation and followed regret
but poor innocent Lily, bitter pill she would get.

On the streets Lily wandered searching only for self
but distress she would find on life’s lonely bookshelf.
Lily longed for companion in the darkness of night
and companion she found in a dark alley fight.

As she tussled with judgment she reached for the knife
fighting destiny’s stab for the end of her life.
Not a victim was Lily so with anger and hate
she took hold of the blade that determined her fate.

Poor innocent Lily so gentle and true
came into this world full of hope and value.
She fought for her life with a valiant hand
but now Lily she lives in eternal dreamland.