A heart once warm is now ice cold,
Eyes that were once bright are now empty as the pitch-black night,
It's not strength that keeps her going,
It's pure hatred and unbridled fury,
It's the demon inside her head that turns her cruel,
No longer she cries,
Or wishes for the pain to ease,
A heart once living is now pure stone,
Eyes that were once kind are now void of life,
It's not willpower that keeps her living,
It's the hunger for revenge and the thirst for blood,
That keeps the monster alive.
