Single tears of blood drop to the floor,
She hears a noise and quickly locks the door,
Her hands are stained crimson from her blood,
She knows its wrong but she can't get enough,
Her eyes shine with her hidden tears,
Her blood drips away all her fears,
She hears footsteps and drops the blade in panic,
No one knows about her disturbed passion,
The footsteps fade back into a deafening silence,
As she returns to her selfish violence,
Day by day her eyes grow colder,
Her self-hatred grows evermore bolder,
Her face is set with determination,
She feels certain in her self liberation,
Her eyes are closed her hand ready,
She makes sure to keep the blade steady,
Her second thoughts fade away,
That girl has died today
