Were all gunna die!


Sinister smile

Takes knife

Twirls it around

Contemplates who to use it on

Looks around her

Looks at herself

Than at her friends

Someone must die

But she couldn't bear harming her friends

It would be unbearable to live with

Slowly turns to each of them. . .

Looks at them sorrowfully

Almost like she's apologizing

Saying that it has to be done

And turns the knife on herself

And slowly watches as the blood drains away

And slowly dies as the life floods out of her

She thinks about the people around her

She wonders

Will they remember me when im gone . . .