She resides in the realm of regrets…
where every memory screams blame-
shame, she glows with it,
shining like a beacon of self-hate.
She swims in the sea of despair…
waves of hopelessness wash over her-
she has become a true pain connoisseur,
for she drowns in it, choking down agony.
She dances in the land of the dead…
pretty pirouettes spinning in her head-
she is dizzy with stillborn insanity,
quietly raging at a loss she cannot see.
She lives in the state of lunacy…
now she sees the devil in the fallacy-
what an enormous lie love can be,
open are her eyes, and it's a trickster she sees.
Now, she bathes in the blood of men…
wicked, hurtful they tricked her again-
she loved and lost her mind,
in her heart, it is death they will find.