Sorry. It ain't it. Have fun!

Here is to the tear stained glass.
A heart so rotten.
On the blood stained grass.
A curse everyone has gotten.

A twist.
A twist she made.
Shards of glass in her wrist.
But it also made a blade.

In the darkest light.
Lays those in a red flood.
Free of the light's sight.
They drink the red blood.

Wanting to be free.
They cursed those who pry.
Next to a dead tree.
Lays those who now cry.

A mystery of life.
A mystery of death.
They who die by there's knife.
Won't have a last breath.

A girl out of the twist.
Stands under rainy skies.
Glass in her wrist.
Welcome to the mirror of lies.