Even the brightest songs she sings, are starting to burn out and their notes are piercing through her skin. But only black flows through her veins now.so she is used to the pain..so she sings,so she lies. She suffers in the silence of her mind,but her darkened notes have taken over. No sound is clear now and her voice no longer sweet,but corrupted. Her stage is collapsing now and her dress of green, fading to gray. No room for soul when corruption takes hold. Tight threads take hold of her wrists and around her neck,easily cutting the skin like knives. Eyes nothing now but hollow spaces of darkness. She gave into her Devil's bargains ,but only paid her half of the deal. She's held up by only three puppet strings. Her wrists being pain and sadness...and her neck being eternal suffering. But they are not her killers. Her last two notes are her final blow. One straight through her blackened heart , and one through her head like a bullet shot from her gun. Her blood still drips black onto her broken stage below and all of her stage lights have burnt out. and all you can her is her three strings playing her melody. And all you can hear is my three strings playing my Deadly Melody.
~A