Queen of Hearts

No one understands my art. No one understands the beauty of blood streaming from skin. The dark, rich liquid against porcelain skin is perfection. No one understands, but I will keep searching. I try and show them, but they never understand. Then, they have to be terminated. But I will always keep searching.

The Queen of Hearts

Constantly, she kept on the watch, looking for the ones whose hearts called out to her. Whoever she ever set her eyes on, there was no escaping. No one who grasped her attention ever did. The hearts of anyone she so desired were devoured, for she did not have one of her own. She was the queen of hearts.