'DEAD GIRL'
dead girl,
wide eyes,
so shocked
by this finally
phase.
blue lips,
pale skies,
that you lie
underneath,
how is this
a surprise?
you danced
on the line
of danger and
adrenaline
rush,
all to
fuel the
anger
which
at last
crushed
the lungs
and bones—
now you breath out,
oh wait, you don't.
dead girl,
red stains,
purple rings.
dry, sharp,
breaks from
the engine,
which is
the primal reason
for your end game.
black flashes, past
the corpse that is now
but an empty
vessel.
paper clothes,
cling to the cold body,
dead, but doesn't
she still look
lovely.
or lonely.
both are so close
to one another.
dead girl, oh,
dead girl, dear
dead girl, oh
what a shame,
what a shame,
now that pretty
face, has gone
all to waste.
☆
owh, i forgot to publish this before i went hiatus. i guess you'll have it now.
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