Scarlet Flower
Lily Vasilyeva
01 Jun, 2013 12:48 PMA scarlet flower on her wrist, Her vision starts to cloud with mist, She's slipping down the cold, wet floor, No strength to hold her up no more; She smiles even through the pain, The shower turned on, dripping like rain, Nothing left to keep her sane, Her blood spreading as a scarlet stain; She dimly hears her favorite song, The desire to live not anymore so strong, She wants to disappear and fade, Like a blossom in a glade; The pain's slowly leaving her, Nothing left but a shell on the floor, Her soul reaches out toward the bright light, She's finally happy, happy in flight...
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Post a Comment22 Jun, 2014 02:45 AM
Thank you. I really needed this.