For those who lay beneath the ground That make not a sound May death have come quickly And painlessly For it was not for her For both her body and soul have been tortured May death be sweet For life was not Crackling laughter of the night Pure pain courses through her veins Moonlight falls upon her face Casting her into shadows Clinging to her face Cuts from her hands bleed freely Staining her flesh blood red The soft light illuminates the streaks of glistening tears Cutting rivers through her blood stained cheeks Turning the tears crimson She pains for her loss The loss of her dear friend Who death gazed upon her face Too soon and too young A light put out now and forever Now crimson is her pain She brings the dagger to her chest The blade sparkling in the moonlight Pierces her heart There she lays upon the grave That caused her pain Now that pain is gone As is her breath Like a candle snuffed out from the world Never to be lit again Blood pours from the wound in rivers Dripping from the knife Like the crimson tears That poured from her eyes Streaking her face Cast in shadows Hiding the death Till sunrises sweet kiss
Arthela · Sat May 26, 2007 @ 02:40am · 2 Comments |