Sta.sh
Piano music playing through her ears,
Echos in her thoughts,
Stretch and last for years,
Her tears mixing with the rain,
While her fears take on real form,
Laying in bed at night,
Her only company,
A street light,
Lighting her candle,
The flame is there,
The flame will listen,
How bad is it,
When the fire is all that's left,
The burnt pieces of childhood lay forgotten in the rain,
her name forever tainted,
She'll never remain,
Let the water wash her away,
Let the fire burn her to ash,
So that she can join the remains,
Of her shattered past,
The past that was shattered in pieces,
From the moment she lived them,
Broken like a mirror,
Like the glass?
A monster she can see in the blood stained chrome,
A monster she'll remain,
There screams,
Music to her ears,
That insanity is spreading through her brain,
Poison flooding her veins,
She should have died years ago,
But forever she'll remain,
A forgotten relic,
Of a tortured past,
The girl who never broke,
Except on the inside,
Where not even time could heal,
Nothing will ever make her feel..
Loneliness,
A gray word with hints of blue,
The way it swirls in the air,
Is the way it's new,
Like smoke it plays the game,
Like fog it'll remain,
Loneliness,
Is filled with silence,
The very silence she's scared of,
The one she spends on the floor,
Surrounded by all the reminders of her pain..
A void is all that's left,
She's laying broken now,
Used like a toy,
Like a doll..
But that was then, this is now,
She is dead,
That's all that's left,
Her heart still beats,
And her body is warm,
But she barely breathes,
Forever dreams,
Her heart is a stuttering wreck,
No longer does it pump blood,
But contaminated life,
The dark clouds,
hang over her,
She blinks so slowly,
She needs to be fixed,
But the cogs that make her move are missing,
The mechanism that keeps her in tune,
Destroyed,
She's just an empty shell,
No more sadness,
No more sorrow,
She cant feel happiness,
No anger,
Just a void.. Is all that's left..
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I understand....
P.S Fantastic poem. I tried something read this again but with this playing [link]
Holy crap.. It's almost perfectly written for Alessa..
Favorite lines: But the cogs that make her move are missing/the mechanism that keeps her in tune/destroyed/she's just an empty shell.
It is reminiscent of my own existence, and therefore, I can relate.
I love it! Out of the three I read from you this is the best, followed by your OC Brooklyn and then the color poem.
^_^ <3