Death Becomes Her

The death it fell from her eyes as glitter roll down her face.

Death becomes Her. It dwells in her and impregnates her. Of which will bore a child with no soul. No lives will exist, not past nor present. Future is pure beautiful anarchy.

Look into her bewitching eyes so she can fool you, steal you, kill you again and again.

You love the pain. It's the oxygen you breathe and the blood in your veins. It gives you the strength to once and for all... die breathing that last breath of what love you thought you had