It was annoying me, it was pinching me,
As I was faded up, so I murdered.
By me, mercilessly she was killed,
Say rather, she was guillotined.
I hated the bright colors she had,
I gave her black and that's not bad.
I staggered her in colourful rain,
Remember, your any help will only give her pain.
She is killed and she is dead,
The blood is black, not anticipated red.
She was the one who deleted that folder,
Now darkness is her only shoulder.
Probably like her , her smiles were fake,
Her heart now only darkness will take.
She is drowning and chocking but quiet,
Black is her mind and cover snow white.
She is not sick, not ill not mad,
Either she is happy or too much sad.
So I killed her again and again,
She is now dead and enjoys pain.
SHE- was a cheerful girl inside me!