Fake tears run down her shallow face

as she watches the world unfold before her.

She turns her face in candied prayer

and other don't realize that she's so artificial.

Her frown turns upward as they leave her be,

leave her to her utmost dark dreams.

She kneels down and runs her hand

through cold crimson blood on the ground.

Her eyes glint in the harsh shine of the sun

and her mouth turns up in pure glee.

The few remaining thoughts of love

turn to morbid thoughts of hate.

And then, almost as suddenly as it started,

it's all over, entirely over.