Singing in silence
Dancing in the dark
Bitter taste of dark blood in her mouth
Lying on her grave with a crown made of dead wild flowers
Her head hanging heavy on her pale neck
Purple tears and blue eyes
Dark bruises on her knee
A grey lake of memories that no one dares to see
An empty look on her face
Staring openly at the cloudy sky
Another obstacle on her way
To the so promised heavenly paradise
A book full of lost poems resting on her right hand
Her fingers seem to be clinging to the only piece of soul
She didn't want to leave behind
But she ain't running away
From the scarlet painted walls
Where she tried to dry the stain
Of all that living pain she felt
Lying on her new bed
Forever in her mouth
Is the bitter taste of death.
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Deadly - Poetry
Poesía/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
