χτhε hαṉḋṡ øƒ α ќïllεɾχ

Look what she did
She has done it again
Taken a life
Left it cold and dry

Stare down at your hands
Did you know your hands are bloody?
Something had to give
Every single flashback
Contained every single pain

She got tired of being broken
Now she has no soul
Tiny voices in her head
Were screaming in her ear
As she broke people body’s
Limb after limb
Her hands were cold as ice
Calloused from forms of torture

How did she become this way ?
Murder was an art form
Which covered her insecurities
A release from her prison
A prison that he had created