The Good Girl

we find her dancing with perfection
singing her song of insanity rejection
holding blood stained knives
clenched in fists of rage
her inner war wages
I'm a good girl…
I'm a good girl…
a mantra repeated with every gash
every slash she places in him
slowly, carefully she carves
words of devotion into his skull
his grin now a permanent curve
dead and dull
I'm a good girl…
I'm a good girl…
she chants as she paints the walls
with gory love scrawls
dripping crimson, ruby passion
he just had to open that door
and we will leave her there
laying on the floor
creating blood angels to her nevermore