Her wrists were staind red.
And the room reaked of iron.
Not one emotion found on her face.
Her arms were so full
and not a piece of open skin
could be seen.
Her life she had wasted,
and her time was almost over.
Her body lay lifeless, her heart
had ceased all beating.
She let it all go the night
that she wrote these three words.
"I love her."was branded,
all over her skin and the death she
took part in had
proved the love she had felt.
