Bottle of liquor,
Fragmented into million pieces:
Lying right here,
On my bleeding relic.
You knew she was dead,
But you still managed to'
Choke her up-
With cyanide.
Like a thousand suns-
She glimmered,
In my stygian dreams,
Making them lucid.
But her soul was empty;
As empty as Satans heart.
Why?
Cause she too was afraid.
Who could have ever thought?
The brightest person
Could have had the darkest of pasts.
Desolated of sentiments.
Making her an unfinished picture-
Waiting to be filled,
With that of a rainbow.
But you slaughtered her,
She smouldered into ashes,
While her corpse lied on my:
Soon to be dead body.
Feeling her warmth'
Go up my spine-
For the last time.
~Krishna~
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PoetryI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
