Rivers of paint run down a face
Pastel eyes and watercolor tears
The sharpness of stone against skin
Crystal lies and iron-wrought fears
Words scrawled on a blank canvas
A scarlet letter from an open vein
Awake in her glass coffin
Spotless ice streaked by flickering rain
An endless sleep, never to wake
Until the curse she bears will break
A tale as old as time
Told in storybook rhyme
A prince forever sleeping
Then the tale becomes twisted
The prince dull and listless
And the princess hanging from a silver rope
Now memories flood their skin
As he waits to breathe again
For true love to arrive
True love's kiss
Is the pills on her lips
She falls into the arms of death
The story ends
As death, her best friend
Takes her away to his castle
And they all lived happily ever after
-Freya
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
