Scorned (2)

She merely wanted to hurt him she didn't care who else felt the pain her daggers were strewn wanting to drive him insane but the ricochet of pain plagued the innocents heart and soul she pulled a dark veil from the valley of 'I don't care' wickedly smiling to hell with all of you there when you cry, he cries and she nudged the fingers of pain deep into the soft spots of ones heart and delighted like a raven mistress as the raging love was sure to depart I'll keep hurting you over and over again one might ask, what will you receive when karma finds you late in life you might recognize the evil laughter the uncaring words that once was your true delight what you give, you receive in the light of day in the black of night Written by: Melvina Germain