He yearned for her warm embrace,
but it felt he wanted to throw up.

Out of every human in the world
it had to be her,
the girl who made shadows shiver

from her presence,
her scent always lingers
those eyes cold

pierced through your soul
but he was impenetrable,
she couldn't do so.

Her braids were never silky
nor clean bur always tangled in a mess,
her daggers gleam with blood

as she prays for every victim
hoping they have a better life
in what she calls "Heaven".

He never believed in it,
incarnation is rather probable,
souls never linger in the clouds,
nor in one place.

No soul is good enough
to go up the white clouds,

everyone commits sin

and expects to be forgiven
with one little prayer
and sobbing priests
will think you have repented.

She believed in morality
whereas I was a mere possibility
the good inside me frazzles

at every loss,
I believed happiness can be found
in all those riches and gold

until we met face to face,
suddenly the gold made my stomach lurch
wanting to throw up at the nearest window

but I kept my composure
and a lot of her words
f
l o
w.

Her soft voice,
that sounded like a husky
made me feel like melting inside my body.

She seemed prim,

she seemed perfect
until the daggers flew

out of her dress
as she hesitated to shoot
but shot at each guest

praying for them silently
knowing they don't deserve a funeral.

Corruption kills the best birds
and here they were bested by my approval of life
as if I was the grim reaper

I watched her obey my command,
to kill everyone
and make sure no one sees her.

I could have left so early and clean
but I wanted to see her alive
to get out and stay with me.

I didn't care who shot who's body
knowing she'd be right by my side
protecting me.

Was already enough to cost me my life