~malice's Dead Hand~ Poem by E Nigma

She fades through herself into hazed
Liquid ways, displaying a trace of
Of a love, she's betrayed

Erasing the taste through the phased
Slow debase, embracing the pain
Through the hell she relates

She painted her art just as black
As her grave, replacing her heart
With the spade that she craved

Retracing the steps from the path
Which she came, she mapped out
The figure an 8 was displayed

She ate as she weighed in on thoughts
where she laid, revealing an ace
In the cave where she stayed

She moved through the maze before
The castled queens grace, held her
Hand to the mirror and remembered her face