White face, cold touch.
Last cry, comes in a rush.
Red blood, sharp knife.
Slices, destroying her light.
Thick glass, memories past.
Blue eyes turned lifeless.
Soft sand, becomes her bed.
Silver moon , above her head.
Sweet death, oh so near,
Yet there is a tear.
"Help me, someone" is the plea,
but I am guilty, thinks she.
Still no one is there to hear.
All alone, death will come.
And all that's good will be gone.
Light flickers, then goes out.
Death has struck again.
Last tear, last breath.
Death is now, death is here.
Final sigh, is heard by none.
And now she lies beneath the sun.
Stars are gone, light awakens.
But the girls face is cold.
Blue lips, lifeless eyes.
The story of her demise, has now been told.
YOU ARE READING
Love and Hurt
PoetryLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.