Lying in a pool of her own blood,
she smiles over the damages she wrecked
on everyone who tried to suppress
her little needs that burnt everyday
only to transform into a vicious emblem
of vengeance, apathy its only nourishment,
pray you didn't run afoul this sickly entity
that no more seemed human.
Yet 'neath those murderous intentions
lay what resembled a deep wound filled
with all the hate that poured in
from everywhere it turned itself to heal.
So is it that shocking a reason it
rotted and festered something evil,
That crawled out alive to swallow
a world too busy to care?