But she wore a pretty face...

She ripped
the cord of life
long before it could
realize it's identity

as the face of innocence
futilely  searched for love
peering into the eyes
where  darkness
housed a hollow pit
of NOTHING...

spending the decades
selfishly occupying
precious  air's supply
though, judgement day
has a  fated appointment...

again innate  hatred
rewards a furlough repaid
cynically, while riding  in rivers of disgust

as denial runs deeper
and faster than sight's seer
shaded within hideous secrets
buried inside a long corroded shell
disguised as human exposed through
drug induced stupors-
dancing near death's euphoria

a MONSTER lying in repose...

pale, seeming lifeless,  
yet evil doesn't die quiet
when spitting sickness
 into the reality of a lone warrior,
fighter,  a savior of love

she'll not fight this  vile MONSTER ALONE...

the demons shall perish
when faced with a power and a light
that  is held within the truth of a embattled heart
and malnourished, but unsurrendering soul...