Inside she is dead.
But her body still moves.
She wish's that her corpse would just wither up and rought.
She fools everyone with her smiles.
Sometimes she can even fool herself.
But no one will ever know the truth.
Today for the last time.
The blood drips on to the floor.
Her screams still so silent.
The last thing she saw was that crimison red blade. And her blood spilt on the floor.
