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.