The Devil's Daughter

The screams.
Horrible music to my ears.
The Flames.
Burning holes through my skin.
The eyes.
Sending me evil leers.

The lying.
Getting me out of sticky situations.
The doubting.
I'm the bad one here.
The knife.
Getting me into many complications.

The screams.
The flames.
The eyes.
The lying.
The doubting.
The knife.
All lead me to
The Kill.

He's laying there motionless.
Blood seeping out.
The bloodied knife beside him.
There's no more doubt.

I'm the murderer.
I enjoyed the slaughter.
That must make me
The Devil's Daughter.