Blood stains her fingertips
Words dance along her lips
Yet nothing will be able to stop
The crystals pouring from her eyes
So shiny and true
Beautiful beyond imagination
They coat her skin
Fill her eyes to the brim
While her shadows hands wrapped
around her neck
No air can come in or out
No word can escape from her mouth
And the blood on her hands
Smears as she struggles
Click
Like the light in her brain went out
Like her eyes were glossed over in darkness
Like her heart was gracefully ripped in half
There was nothing
Not a word dangled from her soft lips
No movement came from her chocolate eyes
No struggling had followed the dark that consumed her
The only thing that remained of her
The crystals that had made a lopsided gem on the floor
Crystal rivers streamed and hardened down her face of porcelain beauty
Blood had dried
From her arms down to her finger tips
And she hung there
Waiting silently
Maybe now someone would come to her rescue
Maybe now she'll be okay
Her soul had been released from those lifeless eyes
Her mind no longer had to conjure lies to spew from her lips
And her arms no longer had to be covered at all times
Some would say this is tragic
She would say this was beautiful
Tragically Beautiful
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The Words I couldn't Say
PoetryThis is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like r...
