She stands at the doorway,
a lost soul.
Takes one more breath
before entering the tomb.
Inside its dark and full of despair.
She closes her eyes
and pretends she isnt there.
Her life was a door mat,
a step pad.
Everyday she was walked on,
taken for granted,
pushed aside and ignored.
Today was her final day to stand up for herself,
to let loose all that pent up anger she had stored.
With her weapons displayed out in front of her,
it was an easy decision.
When she opened her eyes,
a scalpel would make a perfect incision,
to cut out the hearts of the ones who abused her,
to slice open their throats.
She never wanted it to come to this,
but she had to make a choice.
She would not die having accomplished nothing,
but to play a fool.
and Death gave her a chance,
an offer she just couldn't refuse.
He said,"I have a proposition for you.
Two wrongs don't make a right,
but it sure does feel good.
If you're willing to do my bidding,
you can do to them as you please,
But death will become you,
my dirty little deeds."
She thought long and hard,
but the answer was clear.
She would become death,
and no longer live in fear.
Today she was the master.
They were in the palm of her hand,
and Death full of laughter
said,"All according to plan."
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