buried beneath
a deserted tombstone
a defective angel
slowly turning to air
with eyes horribly alive
cradled in the coldness of hell
bitter innocence tangled her skeleton
blinded by the dark inside
rocked by the march of silence
flooding depth concealed her screams
arrested in a fit
always cold, always
death had devoured her
the cold went into her heart
she was such a good child.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
buried beneath
a deserted tombstone
a defective angel
slowly turning to air
with eyes horribly alive
cradled in the coldness of hell
bitter innocence tangled her skeleton
blinded by the dark inside
rocked by the march of silence
flooding depth concealed her screams
arrested in a fit
always cold, always
death had devoured her
the cold went into her heart
she was such a good child.
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