"He felt the tip of my claws pierce his bare flesh, it sank deeper than the torn mesh.
It plunged itself into his spreading abyss, it held on to to his tightening fists.
I emptied the vile of my deadly poison, grinding it together with his organs.
It swam around the numbness of the dark, breaking the hope that flickered in his heart.
I squeezed the foul idea of something so precious, tainted it with my growing desire.
It simply laid like all the others, a forgotten shard that broke beside the oblivious by stander.
Who saw his river that streamed in the dark , but passed by without leaving that one remark.
He ceased an existence by creating a path, it took what was left which was his beautiful art.
It looked like a painting with words so strong, to others it looked like a cutting used with a jagged shard.
He was hallow and empty, now he was free, but little did he know he left a little line that watched him from afar.
But now they are silently weeping knowing they lost, a beautiful person who just had to pay a sickly cost."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
