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Death of an Anonymous Soul
The beauty marred, slanderized,
by the scum ground into the wall,
the ebony hair matted in sweaty, grimy clumps.
A web of scars, red veins traced with metal,
past sorrows stream from the skin,
bled onto the tile floor.
A vision of black and pale ivory skin,
a leaf crumpled in the corner.
Blinding pale eyes gaze into the darkness unseeing,
staring as into another world.
The darkened blade lies on the floor,
not forgotten nor lost.
Chaos pounds in her mind,
keeps her from waking...nostalgic life move,
as in a dream.
Understanding pass't from her world long before,
the only release,
trickle crimson and stain the ceramic world.
A drip of moisture falls from her nose,
shaken loose by convulsions of sorrow rocking her bones.
Breath taken in ragged gasps,
ripping her parched throat,
the pieces become silent screams breaking the blanketing softness.
Still turn to turbulent moving blur,
slamming flesh into ungiving walls,
scarlet rain trails the insanity,
stumble fall against the wall once more
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