Crimson stain

by demonic angel   Sep 5, 2008


Her body lay perfectly still on the stone cold floor,
her braeth ice cold and withered,
no-one could hear the silent cries enymore,
the darkness inside began to creep and slither.

her destiny was now decided,
the fate of her life uncontrolled,
she lay wondering when her ride would come,
But no-one came.

the blood began to trickle across the sloping floor,
her evil poisoned life would now be gone,
she stared into darkness and began to wonder,
what death is like.

she tried to scream to shout out,
but no voice was to be heard,
although her voice was there,
her life was fading.

it became certain that it would end here,
she would be no more,
and no-one would cre to come,
because no-one knew she was there

in that dark place,
that abandoned place,
only one voice was to be heard,
the slow depreciating restless breath.

a man in a cold dark place,
found the dead corpse laying on the floor,
SHE HAD COMMITED SUICIDE!!!!

in memory of scarlete xx

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