We stood there in the garden,

admiring its beauty—

All our hard work blooming in shades of green and gold.

But was it worth it?

The cost of this glowing scene?

The monster with the hands that burned

and voice that made us scream?

She twists your mind until it breaks,

Pulls you inside her own.

She doesn’t care how her words wound,

As long as she’s not alone.

But when she’s done, she’s taken all we have.

We are hollowed souls, our hearts stolen—

Poured into this beautiful, perfect garden.