Every word
knives in an already tattered heart
Every disdain remark
Mutilating an already shattered spirit
Tormenting rejection
Unquenchable tears
Hidden dejection
Unnesesary fears
This is all I'll ever be
It may not be who I am on the exterior
Vivacious is what you think you see
But what I am is inferior

Love is a fragile thing
easily taken too soon
A bud plucked before
the flower bloomed
When she met death
he was heartbroken
desperate to save her soul
With song and lyre
he persuaded the god of death
to restore her life
As long as he
didn't look back
Too little too late
Early did he glance back
to hear a whisper spoken;
'Farewell'
As she was pulled further into the darkness