The Soul Eater

by Odessa   Dec 12, 2008


The blade is pressed against her wrist,
While she listens to the soul eater.
She tries to remember when they last kissed,
And she thinks of the episode repeat.

With unseeing eyes,
The blade rips open her skin,
Mangles her wrist...
Where she thinks her problem underlies,
And with an evil grin,
She claims it's because she exists.

The blood drips on the floor,
And the blade falls.
She was ready for her war,
And she answers the soul eater's call...

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