colder and colder it got
as she tunneled deeper ad deeper into the darkness surrounding her
Heavier and heavier it got
as she despised what she had done
meaner and meaner it got
as she ran, hiding from the light
sadder and sadder it got
as the river flowed, full of her falling tears
Guiltier and guiltier it got
As her hands became painted red with the blood of her fallen friends
Anger ran red hot through her veins
as she looked into the eyes of her betrayer
she would stain her hands with one final kill
frantically she lunged for the one who had caused this
the mirror shattered and littered the floor with broken shards
blood ran down her knuckles but she didn't feel the pain
carefully she picked up a broken piece of mirror
It was all her fault
With a heavy heart she made it so she could never hurt anyone again
and in death
she found peace
