"I was here", the writing on the wall said.
Her cold body lying down on the mat,
Decorated in the lifeless blood
She was drowning in...
Her eyes almost seemed at ease.
Somewhere between the seduction of suicide
And the myriad of regret,
Before she let herself slip
Into the unknown,
She must've realised she'd never feel again
Pretty girl,
Known by all,
And loved by none.
You chose to make death your saviour
I can still hear your laughter
When I told you life was beautiful.
You were haunted, gentle girl
But you were my secret lover.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
"I was here", the writing on the wall said.
Her cold body lying down on the mat,
Decorated in the lifeless blood
She was drowning in...
Her eyes almost seemed at ease.
Somewhere between the seduction of suicide
And the myriad of regret,
Before she let herself slip
Into the unknown,
She must've realised she'd never feel again
Pretty girl,
Known by all,
And loved by none.
You chose to make death your saviour
I can still hear your laughter
When I told you life was beautiful.
You were haunted, gentle girl
But you were my secret lover.
Request permission to use this poem