With The Glass

by Katlynn   Dec 23, 2005


The blood drips down.
from her wedding dress.
the white is dented of red.
her eyes fade from blue into white.
the shadows inside of her mind.
the wind blows the wrong way.
like a ended song.
someone can write.
but never will end it.
her lips are turning black.
her bones are breaking inside.
her heart is fading.
it's lost inside herself.
broken in the shatter glass.
her groom runaway.
he didn't want to stay.
she sits in her wedding dress.
that night she bleeds off everything.
the only and last hope.
she cries tonight.
as her walking ghost.
of killing herself.
with the glass.

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