Skin of scales and hair of chain,
Tears of blood that fall like rain.
Eyes that are cursed with no sight,
He face is frozen in eternal fright.
She hears whispers in her mind,
Trust me, dear, they are not kind.
Ears that are not in their place,
Lips much to big for her face.
The only thing she feels is dread,
And she wishes she was dead.
She does not eat, she does not sleep,
Her thoughts are a bit too deep.
This poor girl, she has no name,
And he soul is tortured all the same.