Ephemeral Poèsie

what is she doing?; 01:24am

Oh,dont mind her,
she's just singing.

Oh,dont mind her,
she's just drawing.

Oh,dont mind her,
she's just writing.

Oh,dont mind her,
she's just carving.

Shh,she loves dark.
Her mate's name is darkness.

Shh,she likes red.
It reminds her of those deep, rose colored scars.

Shh,she loves silver,
especially ones that are sharp.
As sharp as the pain she felt when the silver touched her skin.

Singing, drawing, and writing are her hobbies. Oh, carving too.

Leave her alone,
she's just singing and drawing some of her ugly toughts.

Leave her alone,
she's just writing and carving some lyrics to her wrist.

Oh, blood on her wrist.

But she is fine,
after all, darkness is always around her.

m.y.b