Why she bothers, when there is knowing,
     these delicate games never remain?.
Another wound.
Another burnt mark under her skin.

Someone
           to protect herself from the monstergirl from inside?.
                                       Not worth it.

Someone
           to spill the poison through her, through veins and brain?.
                                       Worth it.

Hold her, 'til she decays.
Hold her cracked hands & kiss these swollen eyes.
Close her soul with your stitched lips.
Catch her last breath like useless insect,
         trash these wings and watch it to suffer.
3 gramms of a soul.
Worthless and unnecessary.

The mission is unfinished.
Give her a name &
     let her....

... bless the dead.