And the grin on her face is a contorted mask of lies and deception. She's borderline shizophrenic;hardly herself anymore. She knows people are nothing but liars, tormenters, evil doers. She doesn't believe in that crap they call love,to her it's all just lies spun and fed to the weak of mind. But she is not WEAK. She's just a murderer who can't deal with the delicate of heart; to her the world is just a smaller version of hell and the only rule is survival of the fittest.They say for her to live her life; she asks what life? As if for her life had no meaning. Her poor soul wanders and her tortured mind lingers
on one thought:Live or Die.