Me...Myself?

Me? Evil in her veins, Un-held by moral chains. Wards of love and touch, Things that mean so much. Inside her dying eyes, Hide the horror and the lies. That know one understands, Yet everyone demands. What's it mean when the hero's in distress, When everything's a mess? Help is under estimated, When no one knows your devastated. She'll hide in shadow yet again, Watching the world enjoy their sin. Wondering why she's the only one to turn away, And not fall under sway. -jan 07 Sheena Allen