Pretty Death

She shivered with expectancy
Waiting for the blood to pour
The blade teased her milky skin
Her bittter anticipation tingled to her core
The tears began to burn her eyes
Though she did this on her own
And as she wept away her pain
She realized she was still alone
She lost hope with each drop of blood
All that was left was her regret
But she forced herself to be strong
And be the one he could not forget
She stayed alive, though she weakened every day
Sacrificing herself to the destructive affair with a knife
She continued to seduce and flirt with pain
Not realizing the wasting away of her life
Soon she saw all that she had become
What those eyes saw when they looked at her
She was a five star disaster, empty and beautiful
She had become the murmur of whispers, "the cutter"
Falling apart slowly, crumbling into pieces
Her pain reaching its climax,an unbearable peak
She made the choice, sentenced her own death
And prayed he didn't remember her as weak
She painted her lips with seduction
Blushed her cheeks with lust
Dressed in her feigned vanity
As her dreams and hopes collected dust
She held the knife for the last time
And her beauty shone with such intensity
Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction
She whispered, " I always wanted to die pretty"