Her Fate

She wraps Herself in silk blankets,
Their texture flows like water.
Her eyes shimmer like the ocean,
Holding mysteries untold.
Her skin glistens of color,
Pale as the supernatural.
Her heart beats slowly,
Leaking drops of tears.
Deep crimson coated tears,
Dripping from Her soul.
A blackening void,
Consuming Her fairytale mind.
A face of youthful texture,
Glitter with old invisible features.
The eyes that once shimmered,
Have died away into a faded haze.
The skin glistening in color,
Has vanished from the looks.
The heart that beats slowly,
Pounds slower and slower.
Dip drop, dip drop,
Falls the tears coated dark red.
The silk blanket, once virgin pure color,
Is now stained with the devils joy.
The blood slides down the silk,
Trailing to no end.
The silk blankets shift and pull,
Covering the body that loses its place.
The fragile, naked body presses down against the bed.
Those faded hazed eyes stare out, for she is now dead.
Twisted, taunted, soul she was but her pain was too great.
Taking her life was her final choice. This is her fate.