Echoing screams are no louder than soft whispers when drowned out beneath a mouth full of cotton.
Once, a heart with a shell of gold had been chipped away to show the ****** beating interior beneath in which is now rotten.
A kind smile that once danced across the lips of a warm hearted angel reflects in a broken china doll.
A dear young child who had her dreams crushed and had been taken away from it all.
A cold blade glistened brightly against the pale color of the room.
How was this young angel supposed to know her cry for help would lead her to her doom.
A broken heart is one, the shattering of her heart is another.
So many new types of pain is what she would soon discover.
It was such a lonely day in which was mine.
The kind of loneliness that puts together a work of pain and agony that is so divine.
This day is one that should have been banned….
This day is one I cannot stand
So let the lies slip through the teeth of trusted guides
And see the crimson that creeps beneath the one door in the house in which misery hides.
For lies do more than rip the heart, they take innocence and soil it to its core.
A beautiful young angelic soul exists in this child no more.