Drip after drip.... slit after slit
the blood flows down into her mitt
when it fills it falls to the floor
even if she tried she couldn't reach the door
theres no saving her now its over and done
the game he played she lost he won
her death was his...tho she carried it out
she hopes his destiny is to fall down the same route
she hopes he dies and follows her path
that he dies in the most painful of ways
to make up for all the hearts he betrays
she got her final shots in his last brutal pains
it shows thru the night in the deep pouring rains
his last moments were painful... till his last gasping breath
invisibility was his gift... but invisibility soon became death.......
