Portrait of a Lady

Is a happy family all you see?
Covered by illusions of perfection
Any attempt to run ends the same
Locked up with a psychotic monster
Shot your own daughter by despise
Placed in a tub with the bullet in chest
Failed surgery and placed in coma
Last resort was to burn her alive!

How long did this go on?
You killed one, but who's next?
Controlling them through affliction
Raising the children with fear

Forcing your daughter to walk the streets
Reducing her to filthy income
Venereal disease was the end of the chapter For the little harlot found dead in the closet
The horrible truth will soon be exposed
Fire will cover the history for now
To a quick escape, diminishing
The hourglass is draining faster

Rot in hell bitch!

Tortured by regret and begging for mercy
Buried within a wall of insanity
Dusty and old, you'll rot in your grave
The portrait of a lady is burnt with your name



Credits
Writer(s): Afflicted Creation
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