Nefarious Bliss

Dear prince charming ,
Don't you know she bled ? All the 'i love you's' between your cigarette breaths were the only lies said.
Dear prince charming , don't you know she smiled ? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild?
Dear prince charming , don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night.
Dear prince charming , was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say , commit full-time.
But , my darling she was true to her grace-the villianous kind.
She was born in a living starlit nightmare,the most impossible to find
Aftermath of brutality , never looked this lustful.
You did always say , she was quiet the handful.
Because you bled red , they say murder is an art ,
The knife was her paint brush , perhaps yours was where she'd start.
To take away a life , is to play god in the devil's playground
you wont be laughing when your angel is hell bound.
It's not a love poem , but a book for those walking with a bleeding heart.
After all , hell is a writers bedside table and heaven is a completed draft.