I Killed A Girl, And She Became A Killer

Behind lips of palest red

And a smile constantly wide-spread

A serpent's voice inside her head

Screams, "You're a liar, born and bred."

And though her confidence is fed

By torn-out hearts left in her stead

Ever onward she is led

By quiet hope that all she's bled-

The bloody footprints where she's tread

Will show that instead

Of some vile monster, she's just dead

And that someone will have heard her said,

"Lord, why will no one ressurect me?"