Slowly dying…
That's what it feels like, without a voice
Always vying
To speak and have a choice
They cut out my tongue
I've never experienced pain
My life now sucks; it's a bunch of dung
Always with something to lose but nothing to gain
I should just leave
And never come back
On the eve
Of my mother's attack
I saw my life
Through someone else's eyes
I saw the strife
'Twas just a disguise
I wish I was not an Avox girl anymore
It's always so cold here
My life is a bore
Nothing I drink, not even a beer
My life is pure hell
Pure torture and death
I know I'd do well
With my last breath
But breaths I keep taking
I want them to stop
My heart, it keeps aching
I want to go 'pop'!
No more do I 'talk' out of turn
No more lashes
No more burn
And thankfully, no more gashes
I see a gun
I wish it would fire
I want to have fun
In someplace higher
"Bang!" Goes the gun
I leave this earthly plane
"Bang!" Goes the gun
Now, I can finally gain!
Don't own HG.