Twisted and sick,
She comes for me,
Her eyes like daggers,
And words like knives,
She plunged it in,
And twisted the knife,
She once was beauty,
Now she's just mean,
A broken heart,
And a broken queen,
Her words are a poison,
Yet I yearn for her love,
It like an addiction,
So pointless to do,
And ends with me,
Harming only myself,
She once loved me silly,
Now it's all gone,
She once was a queen
And now she falls,
Now it's just sad,
She comes for us all,
Her name is one we all know,
And wish to never meet,
Her whispers are too calm,
And her eyes too green,
Her name is envy,
And she's coming for me.

-Bunny
Really bored and stuck in class I hate due to poor weather. GREAT!!!!