Victoria VII

Victoria VII

The cuts on my arm

Don’t spell out her name

They are simply scars

Of what remain.

In a war of love

Were emotions slaughter

I was taken hostage by one

Depression’s daughter.

With her I was free

From my lost, distant mind

So when she was gone

Life was hard to find.

Without her by my side

There is no euphoria

My scars are all that’s left

Of beautiful Victoria.

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