27 June 2012
She tried to please all, Tried to be good.
She did as told, But it was bubbling in her.
The itch to hurt, Maim.
She ignored it with all her might, And a strong one she had.
But no one can hold in that long, She finally snapped.
Killing, Maiming.
Maiming, Killing.
She was sent away, For a real long time.
She swears to come back, Even after death.
It's who she is, It's in her blood.
And she knows that now, She no longer tries to hide it.
She shows it, Like a gift.
Trouble Followed Her • Opuss № I