A cerulean gaze passes over,
cold like a midwinter breeze.
A smile pinned to the lips;
words emitted from a ******
"Darling, it isn't normal
to find beauty in dark things."
We wish you would smile,
for you haven't in so long.
Instead your lips are painted black,
and you hum a dark song.
(And that is wrong.)
The character turns;
you're being pushed off the stage.
"You're too far gone to be helped,
Elizabeth Sage."
For isn't it obvious?
Any happiness was just a phase.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
A cerulean gaze passes over,
cold like a midwinter breeze.
A smile pinned to the lips;
words emitted from a ******
"Darling, it isn't normal
to find beauty in dark things."
We wish you would smile,
for you haven't in so long.
Instead your lips are painted black,
and you hum a dark song.
(And that is wrong.)
The character turns;
you're being pushed off the stage.
"You're too far gone to be helped,
Elizabeth Sage."
For isn't it obvious?
Any happiness was just a phase.
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