Cry To The Moon.
BY: Paula .C...
A body tainted along the grubby basement floor,
The smell of rotting flesh resting upon your lips...
A
Completely...
The thoughts, the anger the constant Pain
Are too much to handle, i'm going insane...
A set of feet shuffled quietly across an empty...
Two guards on either side of this prisoner gripped...
This blade I use to taint my skin
I'm fighting a battle I cannot win...
Pale moonlight lit the darkened room
Two bodies a bride and her groom...
Written with a dagger
Sealed with bloody lips...
That story cannot be told...
Why...
Darkness is my home
loneliness my secret pain...
Treading the silence
With uncertain strokes...
'Please don't,' she said as he cut into her...
'I'm sorry, but it must be done,' he replied...