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.
