All the anger and rage inside her eats away her heart. Chomps on the veins and sucks out the blood until all that is left is an empty piece of red flesh with holes torn through it.
Evil shreds away her existence and being. It feeds and tears off her skin. Rips up and through her bones like paper.
Cruelness slits her throat and plays in the blood. It cuts open her stomach and dances with her insides.
Her inability to love and be kind cuts her most sacred part of a woman. It starts in between her legs and destroys all a woman can claim; slicing it every which way. Shoving pain deep inside her.
Her remains are nothing more than the littlest bit of scraps of fingernails and hair, Her own cruelty brought this upon her and killed her from the inside out. There was a cure, but her devilish ways would never allow her to stray towards kindness.
All this pain she endured was caused by herself because of what she did to others. Death to the cruel, and life to the nice. Her own cruelty killed her. I just held the knife...
