「 ⛧ EVIL IS MINE ⛧ 」 — she's bathed in the baptismal blood of the unsuspecting in the locker room , the sacrifices that have been made to welcome her back with open arms outstretched to hide bitter tongues and broken hearts . her entire existence is that of malice . breathing with spite while those still trapped in the clouds watch on . they've under estimated her . they've written her off for far too long , forgotten about the girl who didn't just walk with darkness ... but darkness she became .
and oh - doesn't it just suit her so well ? the darkness that wraps itself around her like a dress form , curling itself to hug against every secret and lie . it drapes her vision , washes through her hair , becomes every bit of her in a movement so natural that none could spot it even if they dared to try .
and she suspects that liv understands that . the darkness in her eyes , the way she approaches . oh she had been her once . so long ago when the demon first found her , when the devil himself chose her as worthy . and perhaps now it's her turn to pass on the teachings , the wonders of the red . and isn't she just the perfect opportunity . a wicked grin pulls across painted laps as she hops to seat herself atop an amplifier , the movement far smoother than it should be . fingers toy with lilly's hair before she carefully places the doll beside of her . " oh liv ... "
a giggle to send shivers down your spine as legs kick absentmindedly , heels bumping against the mesh of the amp . " no one ever changes . you know that better than anyone . you've always been the same master manipulating bitch that we all know and love ! you just learned to hide it a little bit . " the words aren't accusatory or angry . no ... they seem almost impressed . the darkness creeps and crawls and this one didn't run .
she pauses , then . facade slipping to something crueler , darker . " i never wanted out . i was forced into sabbatical , but can you blame me ? i thought i'd lost everything . i had to step away to find it again . sometimes you have to lose yourself in the marsh to find your way home . follow the buzzards , chase the fireflies . i don't think it's a sickness , not really . but everyone else seems to have convinced themselves that it's some disease of the mind and , i guess , if that's what they want , that's what they get . but what side of pestilence are you on ? "