She stands there, in a crowd of little lambs
Blood seeping from her wrists, like strawberry jam
The woman disguised by lipstick and wigs
Looks at their faces as though they are pigs
She reaches in, to a big glass ball
When she calls her name, she tries to stand tall
But as soon as their backs turn away,
From her eyes fall tears of dismay
She says goodbye to her family and friends
And gets on a train to meet her end
She goes to a place full of colours and food
But it does nothing to change her mood
Chariots and sparkles make her seem nice
But really her insides have turned to ice
On the last night, before she enters hell
She has the Capitol under a spell
That night, nothing brings sleep
So she lies in her bed, doing nothing but weep
Knives slice the veins on her wrist
She wishes that she ceased to exist
The next morning, she's enclosed in a tube
Her insides frozen in a giant ice cube
She rises up, out of the ground
Her heart has turned to a deafening pound
A gong rings out, over the hills
And several bodies are eventually stilled
She runs, her arms splattered with blood
And her hair, is caked with mud
After days, there is only two left
To the other's screams, the girl is deaf
She goes home, scars never to be healed
Her madness, never is revealed
When there is silence, she cannot cease
The screams of the girl who is resting in peace
More and more, cuts appear up her arms
They become, her bad luck charms
In nobody, can she find any heart
As her own, was pierced by a dart
Soon enough, madness is her only friend
And she knows, that this must be the end
She picks up, an already bloody knife
And with it, she ends her life…