Black lace against a darker heart;
What thoughts of hate and greed posses her shallow soul?
Murder the masses; kill those who have caused her Pain.
Any Pain at all.
Will you be one to die?
Echos of lost laughter spill from her throat as she tears at you.
The blood, the gashes are everywhere.
More laughter as she watches your face contort;
The Lovely Liquid drips from her fingertips across the knife she holds.
For a moment, she is beautiful.
The skin of cream; the black lace bra; your red blood staining both.
She always thought those colors looked nice together.
Glee for a that moment; you have been dispached.
Glee, until she realizes it is a mirror that is in front of her.
She has only battled herself all along.
