She have come to love the things so dark, blinded by the rage and pain the world gave. She seeks revenge, but is it the salvation she really needs?
Lost, too, alone in all. Still waiting, for one-just one, to bare the weight for once.

And then,

stabbed by another she captured the other. One of her abuser, beneath her it crumpled. As she slowly let him bled and swam in the pool of blood it owned, how come her heart ached more than ever, while laughing at the enemy before her?

Is she strong enought not?
She wanted revenge...
no,
she 'thought' she wanted revenge.
But if is not, then what does she need?
What would be wanted?
What should be done?
Does she know? ... Of course not.

© vitor