Good dies,” she softly spoke to me,
“from evil we create.
Our ties mean not a thing for progress only comes from hate.”
Cries turned to apathy;
a different mental state.
The world she’d come to despise made her want to fuck with fate.
Thought it like a clean slate and so with death she made a date.
Faced with goodbyes;
she told the few she loved she’d soon be great.
“To finally be free”-
she said, “so long I’ve had to wait.”
Too long it took to realize; I pegged the smell too late.
The stench of lies revealed
that she had not been thinking straight.
She’d looked […]