The beauty that once defined her has now defied her.
The curve of her lips
the swish of her body
the melody of her voice
all so beautiful to the world yet they bring her to a depression.
How?
Why is she so burdened by the things that make her so lovely to the eyes?

My body a store and my heart is the item.
Remember, if you break it you buy.
But if its yours, I can give you a warrantee
Because I know that my prices aren't shy.

Blackened eyes for the sights I'll never see.
Red tears burst from cuts in my hands.
I am a victim of a darkened reality.
For I am different from my kind, and I am different from Man

Lilies Dancing in the winds of blown bombs over my crashing city of delicacy.
Body craving pleasures produced by electric dedications.
Mind venomous as snakes in the grasses that run over my colored flowers of perfection as they slither hideously toward me, trying to get a sip of the inner being known as me.
Thousands of feet trampling through my serenity like I am the grounds in a war zone- no harmony.
Chilled through the bone as I see the smokes of blazes flow through the air with a menacing perspective.
Glazed eyes as I stare down an enemy I can't see, fighting the feeling of being crushed like the grasses beneath his feet.
I must fight back, I must get out, I must get away.
Thrown fists and black sight, heat so strong yet so clear and crisp that it could've been produced abnormally.
A body cleared and a soul freed, yet us stuck on the earth are still being crushed by unseen force like flowers in a field
Shattered Irises