Heavy footsteps, barreling down
Down into the willowy depths of black
Black staining the walls
Walls of darkness, shining in my eyes.
Eyes dragging over her skin
Skin of porcelain and pain
Pain braced against her, in waves of harmony
Harmony so deadly and sweet.
Sweet and sour, mixing in the dead air
Air that she will never breathe again,
Again with clouds of grey
Grey lacing with pale lashes.
Lashes burn against my vision
Vision of red and orange hues
Hues darken around death again,
Again, my heart is always heavy.
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Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
