Where Had Hope Gone,
Did It Ever Exist,
As The Blood Oozes,
From Both Her Wrist.
She Soon Will Be Dead,
To Hope No More,
Final Words Written,
In Blood On The Floor.
She Sinks To Her Knees,
As Tears Are Shed,
A Life Being Drained,
Into The Pools Of Red.
In Her Favourite Colour,
To Slowly Descend,
Blood On Her Fingers,
Was Written The End!!
