Curious eyes devilish grin
Onrey mischevious child
Her life taken in the blink of the eye
by a pathetic worthless boy
Our eyes still show our pain
Our sleves still bear our broken hearts
Deaths grasp on a time before this hell
Waiting dormant for as long as it takes
Revenge will be bittersweet
Part of the poem i wrote the day ash died. I will have to find it again and post its entirety.
