She held her knees to her chest
Feeling Inspired at best
But at worst she was terrified
Listening to the thoughts inside
Her head was filled with glittering gore
Thick dark blood that covered the floor
She imagined the sound of bones cracking
And a room that was not lacking
In the demented and horrifying department
So she went to her secret compartment
And let out a loud fit of screams and laughter
And prayed once more for forgiveness after
Her body shook and convulsed as she started
As she painted the faces of our dearly departed
By the end she was weeping
Looking at the paintings who were sleeping
Her tears soaked into her pale skin
As her beastly deeds sunk in
And she cut away at that skin, for it was her greatest foe
Let her own blood spill to convey her deep woes
And before they would find her there
One lonely being took her in his care
He asked of her to stop the bleeding
He suggested she consider fleeing
The thing spoke like honey with drops of vinegar
And it took a gentleman's form as not to unnerve her
But she knew she was done
She was far to tired and broken to run
And though he pleaded with her sweetly
And told her he would sweep her mess neatly
She smiled at the handsome sprite
She spoke in a breathy whisper
And let him know the world would have to miss her
“ Tonight is my end fair being.
There would be no sense in me fleeing.
And I will be at peace if I leave.
No matter where death takes me.
I wish not to stay in this body which so pains me
I will cut my self out and set myself free.”
So she began again to slice that body open
But the pixie fellow came through the window she'd left open
He offered her a dark fragrant liquid
And as she drank it farewell to him she bid
Her gloomy world then all went black
And she grinned contently for she knew she would never come back
But in a moment her eyes fluttered awake
And she smelled the fumes of her mothers pancakes
She sat up strait in her familiar white bed
And a few salty tears she shed
Looking at her secret drawer where her clean blade was hid
She realized she was nothing more than a kohl eyed kid
Lost in a world that had ripped her heart out hundreds of times
That was filled with plastic faces and candy coated mimes
She held her blade
And somberly laid
Wishing for that beautiful sprite to take her away
To whisk her off were they would play
And forget this other world
Let their love unfurl
Feed on feasts of sugar cane
And forget that they had ever felt pain.