Louisa

Death sips bad coffee in the waiting room His promise, a beacon to guide from the gloom As Louisa prepares for her cruel legacy She speaks deceit almost fluently Dazed eyes glaze over as dawn light creeps Black heart still beats, unsynched with the beeps Her body lays broken, serene and sedate Yet twisted minds still finds lies to create The cold rushes in, he's come to take her " the child is yours " scribbled on paper Smiles at her words, pleased with her lies A cold hearted mare til the moment she dies