• I can picture it
    Her golden hair
    Spread atop
    A satin pillow,
    Black
    There is a hole
    In her chest

    Where her heart has gone,
    Everyone knows
    It was his prize
    The jewl on his crown

    As her silent
    Tears of agony fall
    Her blue eyes
    Searching, blindly, for what
    She never seems to find

    Her delicate body
    Contorts
    In pure pain
    As she continues to relive
    Those fated moments
    The never ending river
    Of sweat
    Tears
    And blood
    She gives
    Never seems to end,
    Or help

    She thought he loved her so
    Her heart was his only goal
    Now
    Every time she sees the sky
    The hole heals a little
    But that is just because
    She knows she will live
    To see another day

    She was walking
    In a dream
    That had thin seams
    Never realising
    She was losing
    Sight of
    Herself
    Friends
    Family
    And anything that was right in front of her

    It was the way she did
    The things she did
    That made his decision,
    In the end

    Her golden hair