Girls guns grenades

Biting on the clip she hurls the killer his final vision
blazing past invaders she's completed her final mission
scarred from a huanting past yet she still remains pure
delicate and sweet, her skin as smooth as a roses pedal

maple clock broken it still hangs
cobwebs reflect the smokey shades
black of her gun, blue of her eyes
red from her flashing muzzle

And she's not scared....