Her lungs twist and turn,
Gasping for ghostly air.
She's submerged under her own ocean of tears.
She's drowning,
She's dying,
She's reliving her fears.
Her eyes swollen,
Her heart's broken,
And her mind was the devil's golden token.
She's drowning,
She's dying,
She's reliving her fears.
She's was kept in captivity for OH SO MANY YEARS!
Her crimson lips murdered her smile.
Her graceful fingertips cut in denial.
She needed to venture to the realm of peace.
So she's drowning,
She's dying,
She's reliving her fears.
And she's decapitated way too many beers.
Now she's a floating piece of memory,
Washed away with the w a v e s.
She's no longer crying,
Shes no longer fighting,
She's now a blank page in a lost diary.
*Quietus (n) the end; death.
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Delusions of A Voiceless Creature
PoetryDetailed Poetry that will ripple through your body and impale you with emotions; emotions you were suffocating with the light God has given you.
