My Dear Romeo

Isolated in thoughts,
Carving way through the hands of fate.
Slipping further in her own prison,
With every graze upon skin.
Seeking escape,
Wishing to shed the skin of the monster,
That only the silver bullet could rid.
Locked and loaded.
With her finger on the trigger,
To Romeo's dear Juliet.
Blood pulsates ice cold,
As her last goodbye is said.
Evil escapes through soul,
As her lifeless body slips six feet below.
Corpse's ashes soon find way to the other side,
Where Juliet shall await for her dear Romeo,
To slip into the rigid nooses out stretched hands.