What bullying can do

One fine day in summerdale
Maria drank some ginger ale
And then she lay down to rest

As one person came creeping up behind
She  was not of human kind
Her being quite, was not the best

She tip toed discreetly
Her mind very greedy
About what would happen to Maria

And only one man
Who knew the plan
Really knows why she did this to her

She lay over Maria with a grin
And with a blade, oh so thin
Slit her own neck in a narrow line

And out came streaming
The juice of life beaming
The smell she thought was so divine

It slid down her chest
And all through the rest
And dripped onto Maria's bedsheets

Because if Maria would die
She could not lie
In heaven, she and Maria would meet

With a smile on her face
Put tears perfect in pace
Lifted up Marias arm

And she thought to herself
'though it won't be much help,
I won't be doing any harm.'

And carefully found her vein
And Maria found no pain
She instead, was screaming shrill with pleasure

In her hand the life
Ending both of their lives
Would bring joy to Maria no one could measure

She took her hand
Right as planned
And stained it with tears as Maria as killed

No murderer, or man
No wolf pack or clan
Would ever be as skilled.

As both other worldy bodies
Slept in soft harmonies
And left the world in gruesome yet gentle way

She looked at Maria as she was foul
And put on a scowl
And whispered, 'in the playground, you should have let me play'