Even under her skin she is afraid of the monsters that constantly shout in her mind. Feeding her poison she's labeled wisdom, leaving her in a bottomless pit away from the light. Her bones have been shattered by the mildest of thunder, because her heart is to frail to hold up the weight, of the many times she could not bare life she's been taught an awful lot to hate. So, how could you blame her for becoming the storm that she is? How could you blame her, for craving more than revenge? You silenced her spring, now's the time she's reborn, her eyes are open, I suggest you run. For she has not come to show mercy, you have drained her heart, and now it is thirsty for blood.
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YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.