Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
Their is a disease inside her soul
The kind that nothing can fix
It spreads and grows till theirs nothing left
No secret worlds inside of her, no halos floating round her head
The angels she used to live by
Have been replaced by the devil
Ripping and clawing its way inside
Sparing no expense
To ruin every bit of light
Now all that´s left is black
Her heart has turned to ice
Her once kind words used sparingly, and laced with hidden meaning
She has turned into a mystery
Her past left in the past
Émilie Murray
Written by
Émilie Murray  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems