I hearHer whisperBeatingIn my chestI existI existI existHolding two halvesOf a Broken cupTrying not toCry
I hearHer roarTearingThrough my veinsAvenge meAvenge meAvenge meWith your swordOf black lace and sharp mindColored brownWith dried gore
I realizedThat life isMore than justA series ofdefeatsBut dead womenDo not feelRage