Blood dripping onto her dress, falling on the floor making a mess, a life ended early, but you needn't worry, a happy ending for her, she walks the street unaware "kind sir", once a name she called you, but memories faided like a book burning threw, at night she needs a man, she does all she can, this poor corpse girl, who needs to feed or it'll kill her, she can't goo out in the day, or that will take her life away, she hates being stuch here with you, she feels it's only us two, a life of pain a hate you gave to her, and her doesn't care about that girl.