• she carved retribution on her wrist
    with a blade as sharp as
    the daggers in her glinting eyes,
    smiling at the dripping blood through
    a fog of confusion,
    as heavy as the iridescent bonds on her arms,
    chains holding her up -
    let her escape from the dark,
    hide the bloodied knife away.

    apparently justice is but a dream,
    for those content with precedent.

    retribution, justice, morals and law
    are all abandoned when bodies hit the floor.
    blood cascading down the rift in her neck
    steel biting her skin,
    chains chafing her wrists
    confining all the words, the dreams
    her lips can only sigh
    in breaths of disappointment
    tinged with a drop of
    clear, salty despair.

    she was once called a sociopath,
    no remorse, no amounts of 'normal' despair.
    but now, staring with bloodshot eyes
    at beasts wearing human skin
    she understands,
    realises those lives
    were not for her greedy,
    foolish self.

    she is forever chained to her
    grotesque nightmare.

    now, facing the devil's advocate,
    she laughs
    and smiles, eyes dancing wickedly,
    chains rattling,
    instruments to add to her symphony
    of gradual insanity.

    bloody blade dropping to the floor
    her hands begin to weaken,
    her eyesight dims,
    laughter and insanity left behind -
    faced with the cruel reality
    of torture and cries.

    but yet, she is still strong -
    a beacon of light, growing -
    as soft as a candle.
    but the larger the light,
    the darker the shadow -
    that she will cast onto all
    she loves.

    time flies as fast as the
    screams escaping her mouth.
    retribtuion and scars faded on her wrist,
    dusted over, brushed and set up again -
    forgotten in the back of her decrepit mind.
    the childish dream of justice she held
    so high,
    is but a lie.

    body slumped, chains holding her up -
    she fakes her death,
    like the rest of the world continues
    to do.

    and so, the beasts in human skin
    walk towards this chained warrior,
    victory gleaming in their unnatural eyes.
    as a beast raises a talon to her
    faded, glazed eyes -
    she thrusts her hands forward,
    catching the beast by surprise.

    in her raw, bleeding hand
    she clutches a silver dagger -
    mouth twisted into a sadistic
    grin of razor blades,
    as sharp as the dagger
    in its heart.
    man-made justice a victorious glitter
    in her bloodshot eyes.