I hate magic.

It destroys all that I love.

It turns all the good into evil.

Then again, maybe I was always evil.

It's hard to remember a time that I wasn't.

I don't like magic.

I want it to disappear.

But the only way for that is to happen is through death.

So death it shall be.

I go out to the old garden.

The place where nobody goes.

I take out a knife.

I carve words in my arm.

The evil queen it says.

For that is what I am.

I put the knife down.

I put my arm in my chest.

It's so fucking painful.

Yet it feels so good.

I enjoy it.

Yet the time for pleasure is over.

I pull out my heart.

Black as the night.

I set it on the ground.

It hurts me at the sight.

I raise my foot.

I'm wearing two inch heels.

I step on it.

I fall to the ground.

And I awaken no more.

What do you know.

Magic can be used for something after all.