Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

She walks In the darkness
The girl in the torn white lace dress
The one who has mud upon her face
The darkness is a beautiful place
To pure for the girl
With mud upon her face
For where they saw light
Is nothing but the darkest of dark
To be found in the night
She craved loss of control
She found a soul with light
A wolf who lingered in the night
His hand held out she grabbed it tight
Only to show him she has
Nothing but darkness no light.
She is broken and belongs in the night
What he asks of her are with kindness   and light
She stumbles and falls
Try as she might
She can not get it right
What she can give him
Leaves thoughts of
Resentment In sight.
They dance in the night
And hide what beauty
The darkness holds
And turns it into night
He holds her hand
But leaves her side
He does not wish resentment
To linger inside 
If this dwells in sight
She is far from worthy
Of his light
She can not get it right
She feels the pain and
Disappointment she has
Left in your sight
She is lost in a world of thought
They torment and dance
Apon her mind
Tears distort the mud
Upon her face
The back wolf
No longer by her side
For once he was her guide
He has found you can not
Lead darkness into light
She seeks the solice
Of the darkness
To hide her darkness
From those with light
The girl in the torn white lace
Dress
Belongs hidden in the nigh