Dead Girl

Her arms became a playground for the razor.                                                  
Blood poured out in a waterfall of red.
Her angelic figure is now as broken as I am.

She  pushed the blade in as far as it would go.  
She said it only hurts when she breathes.                                    
Beauty is only skin deep she once told me...
I thought of this when I licked the blood from her dead lips.

She never really had a home,
now the worms use her as one.  
The only thing she left me is a memory...
It fades as quickly as her life did.