As the blood drips off of her knuckles,

All she can do is smile.

Her heartbeat is going at the speed of light,

Her victim doesn't appear to be conscious.



As she tries to regain her aloof composure,

All her hands do is shake.

Her face is locked in a satisfied smirk,

Her violent fix has been met.



As her victim bleeds from the face,

All she can do is worry about her knuckles being stained.

Her knuckles are split open severely,

Her smirk hasn't left.



As she washes her ****** hands,

All everyone did was stare.

Her mind is racing with emotion,

Her mood is full of pride.



She didn't want to have to hurt her,

But it was simply meant to happen.

Now, her blood was spilled,



Now all she can do is beam.