She sits and paints
a picture of the devil.
Draped in blood
and tracing the pain
with her fingers.

The light fades
from her bleeding pupils.
Another stole her soul,
turned taste buds bitter
as life slips from her lips
and she sells herself to sin.

She curses villains
who remind her of me
but refuses to see the truth.
She’s the thief
who drew all those demons
from a tarred heart
that couldn’t breathe.

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