Story Time

There once was a little goth girl full of life and wonder.
She had been through hell and heaven 
And enjoys lightning and thunder.
Until, one day, her grandmother fell ill.
No wizard nor witch knew what ailed her.
The devil then swooped in and pranced the 
grandmother around like a doll.
"Oh, for her poor soul, lord please take her into your hold!" 
the girl screamed at the sky.
The heavens fell silent and the ground froze as the years passed by.

"There is no rest for the innocent" The devil roared.
The language he spoke through the grandmother only screeched
with screams and grunts, but the goth girl understood all too well
 what that devil spit from here to hell.
"I've been to your world and back, nothing you say or do can change that!
I'm not innocent, I will rest better than you, I am just as malevolent" The 
goth girl smiled, confident and proud.
The devil stared at the girl, up and down.
"There is still innocence within you, child. It is very clear!
That is why you are still here. Hell can't have you and heaven
doesn't want you. What better way to devour what is left than to
eat you gone inside your head!" The devil laughed.

The little goth girl looked around and said
"This is my end."