A/N: This is a poem from Vriska's point of view when she kills Tavros. I understand a lot of people in the fandom hate her. I get it, but please don't be a jerk about it. It's just a poem. Btw I know that she didn't stab him with a dagger, but his lance.
The Dagger
The slicing of your heart
I wish it didn't have to be this way
Our destruction was a fine art
But breaking you is breaking me
This is the part I don't want to play
The stage demands my calculating hand
Tears run down my face
As I take this brutal stand
You, the only weakness that I had
Wishing that I could go back to my former place
Glancing down at your crumpled form
I feel the pain well up inside
I know I have created this deadly storm
I see the blade in my hand
And I know this is our final ride.