She got your eyes, you see
But she got her mum's stare
Methamphetamine robbed you off your senses
Turned you into Beelzebub
Slithered like serpent
Revelled in voyeurism
As she shivered in loathing
Slept with knives
Under her pillow
Confined in hysteria
Doodling ghastly images
Plotting her revenge
She murmured,
"To take you down
Or cut my wrist..."
That was her last resort.
~ beautifulbruises©
