Created from the deepest sin,

Formed by the dirty hands of Hell,

Allowed to breathe by the voice of men,

Given the sense of mind, she fell.

She kept to herself in secret,

For afraid of her own darkness she waited,

Sucking the blood from the lip she bit,

She called out for help as she started to turn wicked.

But for being a creature of despise,

She felt as if she should just die,

Sinners weren't allowed to see a beautiful sunrise,

They say all a monster does is lie.

Full of endless sadness and fear,

She will never be chosen for a lover,

Every second closer to death she nears,

She trembles as she's called a monster.