She's looks up to the candles,
Hoping it will give her that little release,
She brought this on herself,
Her own actions that made her a prisoner,
She may blame others if she will,
But no one told her to stick thas through his head,
No one told her, to use that to make her bleed,
You may call her an adoring mother,
Devoted wife,
But the evidence is high against her,
You cannot lie for her, if you never knew her,
It all must be based on facts, rather than opinion,
We don't blame you for seducing them,
At times your life must have been dull,
You where beautiful, Lizzie,
You could bend girls' over your bed,
With no more then a suggestive whisper,
But did you really have to bathe in there life?
Do you think yourself a vampyre Lizzie?
Are where the legend came from?
Did it keep you young and youthful?
Is virgin blood that much of a miracle?
But do not stand there and deny it,
Do not say it was anything other than your lack of mind,
You could keep yourself together whenever you wished,
Are you really just a bitch?
You could be covered in their blood,
Yet charming enough to talk your way around it,
Or maybe... fuck, it out of their minds,
You truly are unique Lizzie,
And even though your actions where, slightly, out of hand,
I would like to trade places with you,
To feel how begging felt under my fingers,
Would you be my mentor Lizzie?
Will you teach me the ways of the original, ultimate, dominatrix?
Will you show me how to restrain them into an Iron Maiden?
But I don't like a liar Elizabeth,
So please, tell me the truth.
The bodies didn't drain themselves of life,
Why would the servants torture themselves?
Why would that innocent dukes daughter, kill herself to cruelly?
You fool Lizzie,
If only you learned to contain your horrors,
To play on those who society doesn't care to notice,
The murder of one rich girl was your downfall Lizzie,
Shocking how the social order hasn't changed,
How it's the pretty ones, with money in their corsets,
That they notice first,
Rather, at all,
Your castle is your dungeon now,
With the bodies of all you've killed,
Your most distinctive decoration,
You surly were magnificent,
To carry on your crime the years you did,
Are you still suffering Lizzie?
Is it true?
Is the Devil after you?
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