by Of Sweet Insanity
Topaz eyes with rusty glass shards.
Razorblade's kiss left a trail of dark scars.
A billion pieces once made up his heart.
His world turned fowl with his fears alarmed.
Attempted to kill the demon named Fate.
Reach the conclusion that I stepped in too late.
His fragile heart scraped raw with such hate.
A private Hell where his soul could degrade.
She took his pain and his will with it too.
Many cold lies and false dreams she'd make true.
Hundreds of words purple red-- pure abuse.
His chuckle at death was the best he could do.
Topaz glare filled with tears t'wards the sky.
A glazed expression, angry blood roars inside.
Rage and temper, bottle up in disguise.
Taste the pain on his lips, cracked and dry.
His suicide death was hurried and frantic.
Hardly a note, lacking effort and tactic.
A smile so rotten, as weak as cold plastic.
His thread hung so thin, dropping him into blackness.
Nothing more wrong than the life he eked.
His head hung low on the last breath he heaved,
those sorrows unknown which brought him to his knees.
He was my world... And she took him from me.
Submission date : 2009-11-06
Last edit : 2009-11-15
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