Beautiful Sin

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Beautiful Sin
To much hurt to show the pain.
A white beach with a black grain.
Vivid thoughts in the mind daily.
Praying to God "HELP ME! SAVE ME!"
Hoplessness replaces lust.
For happiness has been thrown to the dust.
An artist with a dark twist.
A blade the brush the canvas her wrist.
A written escape through the library.
The scars rough like a worn tapastry.
Stories of heroes who overcome loss.
Self sacrifice at an awful cost.
Watching their loved ones meet death.
Then laying themselves to a brakeless rest.
She wishes for her own ending to her tale
But to think of her parents finding her pale.
Bloodless, white and lines up her arms.
Crimson highlights the past of harm.
Water cold as her skin.
The look in her eyes a Beautiful sin.
The day arrives for her last life.
Home alone, up in the bathroom with the knife.
The note written, laying on the floor.
The lock clicks on the door.
Praying that it will be over soon.
She takes her last breath and fall into the black doom.
Her parents are home and grasp the door handle.
Her smile already fading from the frames on the mantel.
A snap is heard as the door gives in.
The look in her eyes a Beautiful sin.

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