Okay hey is the other side of the poem
A Devil's kill
He watch's her walk
Down the desolate road.
Down tours the river.
The river forgotten streams lifeless
Past her tormented beauty
He fights for her but he also hurts her
In his eyes she is beautiful and
Would do anything for her, but
He slowly kills her.
He looks closer
Can he see her pain?
Does he?
Can he see her cuts?
Can he see how deep they are?
Does he or will he reuse to see them?
Does he see her false enchantment,
Shadowing her misery within?
He watch's as she runs a knife through
Her slender white wrist.
He wants to stop her but can't move
Form his spot.
The black crimson blood running
Sweetly down the riverbed off her finger tips.
Looking other the river too him.
He looks at her light brown eyes,
Dimming of there false light
As she fall down, he hugs her
Tells her that he loves her and
Will be with her soon
Dying with a bitter sweet smile on her face
He sees that she will have no more pain
He sees that she will die with a bitter
Sweet smile on she face.
And he too will have a bitter sweet smile on with
tears on his face.