Pink Casket

Hot and cold, young and old. How did this little girl learn to be so bold?

Fed to the haters but clawed her way back. Never expecting this sneak attack.

Carry on, lips lipstick smudge, mascara rolling down her face. Soon she will disappear Without a trace.

For you evil horrid b******s, you did win. The demons and ghosts we all hide from within.

Alone she shall lie in a satin casket of pink, and her casket at sea to the bottom will sink.

And on that day the angels will fly and question why did one of theirs have to die?