Tainted with darkest of void,
She rise, behold!
...
from the pool of blood she doesn't owned.

Gone was the innocence's, purest white,
For the evil has captured her for delight.

She did enjoyed yet left distraught indeed...
with never ending cycles of repeat,
hence she'd cried and yelp 'til she bleed,
yet evil, will she still be ripped.


© vitor