In the wake of new thunder
a heart's left a blaze.
Her mind he has gone to plunder
and her body he has put in its grave.
A head on a table
cut open and raw.
His hand set sturdy and stable
and a blade he will draw.
Refusing to see what he's done
Tears flow from each eye
Arms open, she starts to run.
For she must still love this guy.
For illusions she loved
Denial blinds; she goes forward.
into chaos she was shoved
Stabbing herself on his stealth sword.
A killing spree has been started
and the bodies are piling up.
He cuts her open
and her blood drips into his coffee cup.
She is bound to the table,
her fingers and toes still flailing.
He is dissecting her
as she is still wailing.
Great work BEAST lol out masterpiece is a success