Hiraeth

Death

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

dirty sheets and alcohol reeks,
the lights are dead,
and the sky heaves,
devasted, she is indeed.

in a day old crumply dress,
ruined mascara, bloody lips,
and her cheeks tainted in tears,
she feel nothing but sore.

there will be no more sunrise,
and the moon defies to shine,
tomorrow there will be no clear skies,
yet she must continue as if its fine.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙