with disgust in her eyes; rip by rip, shred by horrible shred
for she feared to see the bitter things that she always felt
so she'd write a sentence of beauty and then ruin it with one word
she'd forget the last good memory before it ever came to be--
with revenge in her heart; minute by minute, hour by hellish hour
for she feared feeling good, because as everything else, its not guaranteed
so she'd ink her words until the pen dried, but she'd keep writing long after
she'd admit to the disease rushing through her veins like a river--
with sorrow upon her tongue; tear by tear, taste by bitter taste
for she knew what everyone else saw and knew they could all forgive her
but she'd never forgive the poet she'd come to be these days
she was the destructions poet, bound to erase all good--
so she'd never have to hurt or feel pain in this world