She stood there,
Her dark eyes staring,
Warm, dark blood flowing from her wrists,
Dressed in white and heavily stained,
Her beauty framed by her long ebony hair,
All around her the withered flowers sigh i the gloom,
Around her lay the long lost traces of devastation,
The memories crushed like velvet.
Her bare feet cut,
And her arms open and bare,
She'd danced over the glass fragments of her sadness and fell,
She falls now,
Her mind tumbling in her flight,
A final look to Heaven,
As the wind blows her kiss from her lips,
She sits beneath an oak tree,
It's naked branches towering with Superior strength and knowledge,
All the things she lost and will never regain,
She's cursed,
Living her life in the shadows of false existence,
She lost herself the night which threw her dreams back at her.
Intricate spiderwebs of veins,
She's crying now,
Grasping at her denied wants, needs and desires,
Closing her fingers around despair and longing,
She's a stranger to herself,
A lone figure with the frayed ends of sanity stitching her back together,
She's broken,
All innocence gone,
All emotions washed out of her system,
Given the chance she'd be no more,
Her heart caught somewhere between life and death,
Reaching out for the blind sense of reality,
Helpless and vulnerable she sinks to the floor.
Crawling through the undergrowth,
Thorns and twigs ripping at her flesh,
Exposed and fading away,
There's no one to hear her pleas of happiness,
A knife thrust through her,
She carries the burden of hate,
Her fear cradling her torn body,
Giving her a last feel of comfort,
She's nothing more than a candle in the wind.
