As she draws her knife,

He regrets his life,

This all started as a game,

But ended in vane,

As the madness grew,

Her anger did too,

She puts it in his skin,

Ripping it down to the rim,

All the laughter the shared,

Now twisted, sad and dead,

As she run away,

Leaving him that way,

She hides her final tear,

As she finishes all her fear,

With her knife,

That night she claimed to lives,