She spoke like the darkness was a part of her The apathetic girl with the razor Razor sadness destroyed her flesh for years
By Meg Taylor6 years ago in Poets
Minutes until sunrise. Eyes shut. Ears open. Your feet saunter towards the door. Those lips utter jaded silence. Raw movements graceful, yet jagged
She frolics through the asylum With scars across her arms and face The other patients aren’t smiling And they’re looking for escape
Battlefield Behind Closed Doors Envision Where his hand is less intimate with her face The world isn’t such a dark place