Soft voices penetrate the silence around her
seeping into her conciousness like poisin
Paralazing her with unimaginable fear
She cannot escape
Sharp pricks of agony shoot through her
Her bound wrists struggle, unable to prevent the torment
bone-chilling shrieks pierce the air, warning others away
No one can save her
Those eyes, once so lively, stare blankly ahead
she has neither the strength or the will to struggle any longer
blood drips, bones ache, tears fall
but she knows it won't end
Her scars tell a story of torment
yet the child says not a word
She stumbles through her days, hiding the truth and the pain
unwilling to let anyone in
Slowly, she breaks, shards of the child she was fall away
revealing the ruin that she has become
She tears at her skin, praying to escape, begging for death
her prayers go unanswered
Jagged red lines follow the path of the razor she holds
Her wrists ache dully, pools of crimson spreading across the tile
furthur and furthur with every desperate beat of her world weary heart
until she lies in an ocean of blood
Soft blonde curls caress her pale cheek as she draws her last breath
chapped lips forming a small, relieved smile as her heart slows
The spark of life in her eyes fades, her vision grows dark
She falls into Nothing
Death is peaceful
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Thoughts of the Fallen
PoesíaAn inside look at those of us who embrace the darkness within. Read at your own risk. Contains sexual language/content, references to rape, alcohol, drugs, abuse, heaven/hell, suicide, murder, self-harm, demons, sacrilegious language/actions/concept...
