She quietly waits
sitting silently on the chair
the rain falls softly on the glass
the tears run down her cheeks
Her heart beats softly
the thunder drowns it out
happiness is crushed
and all she is left with is a dying rose
The coldness seeps in
its all around her
she cannot escape
this hallowness
She gasps cradling her chest
her heart cannot break more
can it?
will it?
The knife that stabs in her back
pokes through the fine silk
the laughter she hears
is his sickening sweet breath
The tears turn to blood
and she's left on the floor
cold and alone
with his sickly sweet breath floating above her
 Jennnafer · Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 08:32pm · 0 Comments |
