Slowly trickling from tiny cuts,

Crimson blood forms delicate ruts,

Pain-filled curses, a scream,

The end of a dillusioned dream.

Choking gasps as airways fail,

Unseeing eyes, and skin so pale,

It's just yet another suicidal death,

As the fallen take their last breath.

Drugs gulped down within minutes

Junkies getting high on their last hits,

Relaxing into a dream-filled daze,

Floating away on drug-induced haze.

Trembling hands holding a gun,

Their silent depression has won,

Killed instantly, head blown apart,

But this is only the terrible start.

A soft smile curls upon her lips,

No one will escape her twisted tricks,

Manipulating, abusing, in our trust,

The Angel of Death will come for us.