The coffin lays
Black like her lies
Undisclosed by her beauty
Disguised with satin.

Her lips painted
A dulcet red
Like the rose that lays
Across her chest

Her hair curled
Like a doll.
The golden locks
Spill on her shoulders.

Her colorless skin
Soft and unblemished
Her face and hands
Cold to the touch

Her eyes sparkle
Blue with sorrow
Cracked with demoralization
Weakened by misfortune.

But if you gaze
At the shards
Of her eyes
There is merriment.

There is joy
And there is laughter.
There is ambition
And blissful memories.

Her childhood
Scarred by tragedy
Tainted by wounds
Stained with tears.

But behind the despair
There is elation.
Behind the affliction
There is ecstasy.

Each shard represents
Another memory.
The cracks show you
The torment.

Her dress is soft
And vibrant blue.
Her favorite color
Like the empty sky.

But under the beauty
There is pain.
Beneath the blue
There is black.

A world of darkness
Masked by light.
Uncovered by her eyes.
Uncovered by death.

She lays quietly
In the coffin.
No words escape
On her breath.