A burning tongue, a lonely soul
A written blank ad a vain sneer
Helpless, burdened until everything leaves
The soft rustling of rivers
She lies in darkness
Soft fingers stroke her cheeks
Leaves rustle around her
The river flows around her body
Suffocating, but provoking,
Daring her to cross the deep depths into darkness.
The bloody forest of tears and pain
The water tingles
She must forfeit her life.
The rose thorns pull nastily at her skin –
As they pull her down,
Her mask reveals.
She falls into the deep abyss
Of lonesome scars that mark her soul.
Forever lost
Into the death river
Helpless, falling
With no one to catch her
Lost forever.
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