Who is she
What is she like
She is dark
They call her consumer of hearts
She lives like a chess game
She doesn't mean to
But every move she makes
She cruelly calculates
She loves the games she plays
But I think it's because
That's the only way she knows
How to trust
How to not get hurt
She pulls on heart strings
And she tugs at synapses
Biting free connections
She sinks her teeth into their souls
She watches what color they bleed
Delightedly she tears them apart
Her heart is gone
She can't remember if it was taken
Or if it was simply one of her own victims
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Who is she
What is she like
She is dark
They call her consumer of hearts
She lives like a chess game
She doesn't mean to
But every move she makes
She cruelly calculates
She loves the games she plays
But I think it's because
That's the only way she knows
How to trust
How to not get hurt
She pulls on heart strings
And she tugs at synapses
Biting free connections
She sinks her teeth into their souls
She watches what color they bleed
Delightedly she tears them apart
Her heart is gone
She can't remember if it was taken
Or if it was simply one of her own victims
I deserve to die.
