Blood on her hands

I watched as you smiled, wicked
And I knew it was over
Your hands were stained, an awful red
But there I could see was a little girl,
And that little girl was you
I screamed in pain when the fire reached me
And then froze when the shock of ice hit
I was bleeding into your hands
I was dying, tortured to death
Then there was a light,
And I left you with
Blood on her hands.