blood dripped out of the hole in her chest
her heart was stolen by the devil himself
leaving an empty hole
her fragile hands covered the hole trying to stop the bleeding
tears ran down her ugly face
she knew she couldn't make it without a heart
the thought of death made her fall on her knees
vermilion blood stained her white dress
slowly she crumbled onto the glass tile
blood drenched lips whispered help me
but the devil knew it was too late
for her brown eyes closed
never to see true love
never to see beauty
all because the very thing she trusted murdered her