Gina Ivy

I have tried in vain to help you,
your dark demons now in control.
Confrontation is unavoidable,
it all comes down to this.

My offer of help is wasted,
my pleas for your soul amuse you.
You want to take me into your darkness,
you laugh when you smell my fear.

The blade in your hand shows reflection
of the only light in your world.
I wonder silently about your other victims,
as the tempered steel finds its mark.

The pain is sharp and breathtaking,
as the crimson river begins it's flow.
Your eyes dance with immense pleasure
as I feel my death approach.