"An Anthem For The Queenliest
Dead
That Ever Died So
Young"
Hanging in the air,
as your mother stares.
Your life has left,
but this image
will always be there.
Hanging in the air,
Now your mother cares.
Youve sharpened your razor
for days to create a picture
that will follow her
everywhere.
Her heart screams:
"Elizabeth,
I feel your breath,
as it slows down,
your blood in rivers
to the ground.
"Your skin is cold,
as I behold
the misery
I never took the time
to see...
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