Am I Pretty Now?

I bat my bloody eylashes,
as I float about the ground,
You start to cry as I ask,
" Am I pretty now?"

I grab your throat,
In my blood tears you drown,
I repeat my question,
" Am I pretty now?"

I drop you to the floor,
Tears fall and you look down,
I choke back tears,
" I said Am I prety now?"

You start bleeding too,
becuase you have found,
You are the same so we ask,
" ARE WE PRETTY NOW?"