• I watch as the flame of hell dances upon the undeserving victims of my influence. The tears of blood stream down my face, leaving ashes in their wake. I blink, then open my eyes to the eternal darkness that will save my soul. The soul-shattering barriers of my life have left me to die. I have seen the pain and suffering she brings with her, the pain and suffering she leaves as well. One glance at her face will save you, yet kill you. One glance keeps you from being ensnared by her spell, but one glance shows a warm inviting face that makes you want to look at it and examine it again and again. Looking at it, you become ensnared in a vad of your own perpetual sorrow multiplied by the thousands. Should your will last, you will notice she is not as perfect as she seems. With sunken, dark brown eyes, she stares past your outer self and at your inner, seeing you for what you really are and leaving you as your barest self while constantly shedding tears of blood. The missing light from her eyes seemingly illuminates the area around her face giving off the illusion that she is an angel of some sort. We are two sides of the same coin, yet equally diverse in thought and feeling. You see this angel of death, and think to yourself, "She must be the devil's relative," When in actuality, she used to be just like you, she used to love freely, and smile on the inside, cry tears of joy, sing ballads of love, dance in the rain, laugh from the heart. She used to feel.