Its as cold as ice and hard as stone; no positive emotions are radiating off of it.
The edges are sharp like a razor, ready to cut anything that comes it’s way.
When the light tries to shine over it, a darker shadow castes under it.
The shadow is so dark that people get blinded in the darkness.
You can feel the hatred and lust for vengeance from just looking its way.
When you turn around a soft voice tempts you to look back at it.
And when you do, everything goes black.
Just like her heart
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Its as cold as ice and hard as stone; no positive emotions are radiating off of it.
The edges are sharp like a razor, ready to cut anything that comes it’s way.
When the light tries to shine over it, a darker shadow castes under it.
The shadow is so dark that people get blinded in the darkness.
You can feel the hatred and lust for vengeance from just looking its way.
When you turn around a soft voice tempts you to look back at it.
And when you do, everything goes black.
Just like her heart
