blood spot

A Poem by HellsXBells

She's walking like an orphan
Walking through the streets by night
Like a stranger
Her hair's wafting in the wind,she's a ginger

An absurd look in her eyes,a weak smile framing her lips
She's faking it,pretending not to hear the Reaper's whispers in her ears
Trying to hold back the tears
Not knowing where to go or where to sleep at night
No one's waiting for her return,an endless labyrinth in the dark without a hint of light
This is her life

In her pocket,her trembling hands are still holding the knife
The red color of dried blood covering her fingers
Sets a horrifying contrast to her porcelain pale skin
She's waiting for the rain to come,hoping it'll wash away her sin
Suddenly she sees a dark dressed guy,leaning against a wall
She's looking at him
Then she knows her time has come
The guy's eyes are set to kill

Now she's closing the separating space between the both of them,puts on a sarcastic smile
Alas, and she feels a hot liquid laving down her chest
As she faces the guy who'lls soon find himself guilty of her kill-
With her last forces,still upholding her sarcastic smile,this is what she thinks last:
'Seems as it's time to pay the bill.'