You laughed as the blood poured.
Darkness falls and the sun rises,
Every drop of blood lost takes her to a dark fantasy.
Blood red roses in a glass vase, illuminated by the moon.
Eyes see pure beauty, she takes the vase of beauty and launches it at the wall.
Glass shatters, she falls to her knees with wrath behind those eyes.
Tormented and enraged, she lights a ciggarette. Smoke swirls around her. She glares at the stranger reflected in the shard of a mirror.
Flame meets liquer and fire devours.
She walks away in the rain.
Into the darkness, leaving humanity and sanity behind, to burn in that hell. A place where she would only dwell.
She never looked back…