Baby Jane, born from an era of tiaras and ashes Gracefully aged out of grace Now she resides in the godless and tragic.
Baby Jane, the artists with shovels Digging holes in the earth Through the gutter and rubble
For the love that was never .. uncovered Until darkness she wrote Was the home she discovered.
When the loneliest nights are fossilized And the coldest tears are crystalized You can walk through the museum of her mind And in her chaos, serenity find
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