No one heard the screams in vain.
All thoughts wrote down in blue pen,
Knowing choices will be judged by lowly men.
As she drags the cold metal across her skin,
The hot water is helping her win.
Heartbeats faster...All is crimson in this place,
She looks at his picture...Into the darkness with a smile on her face...
Black eyes where the souls windows once laid,
The dark angel with no face was paid