Strings and chains of solid silver lying on the floor
A girl with metal on her flesh and bones
Gasoline sprayed on the bathroom door
A bottle in her hand and tears in her eyes
The stars yell poetry at this world of lies
Tragic, tragic indeed
How a mind so pure could be turned into this
How? I wonder, How could this be?
She's dead now.
There's nothing left to see.
YOU ARE READING
A Metallic Death
Conto- Metal, metal don't you hurt this rose petal. To late. It's already dead -
