She tried to run,
She tried to shout,
But the damage was already done,
She was mine, beyond any doubt.

She cries all day,
She sits in the dark,
Her solemn mood gray,
My heart, her set mark.

She�s beginning to hate,
Not only for me,
She�s accepted her fate,
She no longer tries to flee.
Her heart is black,
Her thirst is for blood,
She plans to attack,
The people who took cover from the flood,
Never knowing she�d be back.

She�ll ripe them apart,
Starting at the heart,
Until they feel their souls depart
To worlds off the charts.

She�ll come from behind,
She�ll play her part,
They�ll pay no mind
Until her knife hits them, like a dart.

She�s mine at last,
And there�s no turning back,
Death will come fast, for she�s back.