you always liked to be the one in charge,
with your iron fist
and control of all the black and blue;

and she always fell (silent and s c r e a m i n g)
if ever she thought of
fighting you;

but this time it's all over,
because now—
with your final blade in her heart and a
lake of blood on the floor—

s h e ’ s

f

r

e

e

—

but you never once thought
she could fly away from
you.

the original formatting is slightly different than this version. for the original version, go to my deviantart account.