Storm clouds,
In the blue skies,
Waiting to open,
Resembles,
Tears around,
Her blue eyes,
Forever broken.
She looks for meaning,
In questions of her own,
And thinks that bleeding,
Is only time spent alone.
Dissecting every kiss,
Leaving the lies intact.
She knows what truth is,
Behind her victims' back.
Lives wasted in her hands,
With no method or design,
Just poorly drawn plans,
That kills everyone in time.
She gets under the skin,
And devours their soul,
Infecting with a poison,
No remedies can control.
Picking apart every move,
She's a thief in the night,
Who is unable to choose,
If this is wrong or right.
The winter snow,
Crippling bodies at,
Minus sixty degrees,
Isn't as cold as,
The hate, the sorrow,
And the cruelty that,
Is her cold entity.
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