Oh, for her sweet damned heart,
And her even damned mind,
For it couldn't see, the stupid masks
That they painted each night.
For the ones who'd claim to her,
They'll kiss the dark,
For those who wished
To be the hosts to her path.
Through the times of waking up,
To the wet pillows,
all were dead.
For the knife that once, scared the predators,
Was now plunged deep in her back.
Bonds she once thought would soar,
Oozed through the wounds she now bore.
No blood splattered, tho the murder was right there
But oh, for the dear society, the lack of evidence hears,
The knife of their memories,
Of their joys, the love, the fears,
The souvenirs they beaded together
Now disappeared
In her own back
Tear stained cheeks,
Shallow breaths,
Tiny gasps,
For the death of her,
For the start anew
The way the sweet old her
Died too,
And the standers, she knew too well, she fears,
Who now stood, watching as she tears.
Hello lovely people, I'm sorry for not updating in forever, I just wanted to say I LOVE YALL SOO MUCH!!!
I have these shit ton of assignments to do which I haven't even started- and the thing is IM NOT EVEN FEELING GUILTY OR SCARED??? Like tffffff-
P.s. I hate school.
Ps. Im sorry for acting like this idek what I'm saying at this point-
Ps. Im think I'm really getting high on whitener-
