A Paper Filled With Ink

Evils newest serving drone,
With a heart as cold as stone,
Tears that never bleed,
Her brain the only seed.

She smiles cruelly at the scene,
Her heart so baron an overfilling, sadistic stream,
She's a horror that walks free,
She laughs at the helpless plea.

Then she takes the ropes,
Orders more pain,
Power as her lover, she elopes,
A lacking personality, all emotions drained.

She went through hell and never made it back,
To her life is black as black,
A paper filled with ink, words that never end,
Her hurt and bitterness becomes a cruel and deadly blend.