Blood runs from your cuts,

Like a deep red waterfall,

Draining your body of all color,

Slumped against the wall,

You sit still and lifeless,

Your pearl white skin,

Transforming you,

Into a porcelain doll,

A vacant and distant look in your eyes,

Almost souless,

Your mind now merely an empty shell,

Nothing more but a corpse,

Beginning to slowly decay,

Rotting flesh falls from your bones,

A satisfied smile on my lips,

As I silently pray,

That you burn in hell.