She turned her lungs ebony and filled her heart with tar, she'd no grip on reality, perhaps she'd gone too far?
Her thoughts travel in clouds of ash and dark smoke, she wore the happiest of frowns to hide the laughter that chokes;
The deepest of sins to feel some kind of salvation, decorating her skin in an attempt of creation.
Purging her thoughts through vomit and tears, removing the impurities of her previous years;
Her ebony lungs matched her dead, rotten eyes, and from her twisted tongue she could feed you her lies.
Her hollow, empty brain could fill up your soul, whilst stealing your heart to replace it with coal;
She wasn't malicious, not at all, she just craved to feel something, and anything was something to distract from the cuttings,
So she paints her world black and thrives in her words, no longer tied down to this earth, she flies free with the birds.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
