the death sentence.
It's just like the deadly stare, just that this is not visible to her eye.
Unless she uses her brains to think.
Or her eyes to see through what lies beneath this shield.
She's just making me hate her more and more each day.
Hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.
The hatred deepens.
The confusion delays.
The emotions blurred.
The death pending.
It's harsh, but true.
