Post by Alex'z Death Chic on Mar 30, 2004 7:59:27 GMT -5
She stood in the abyss alone
gazing at the painting on the wall
the moonlight was focused on it
yet it was blank
She stood there
burning the painting with her stare
looking at it with dead eyes
it was blank...
Dressed in white rags, she was filthy
pale as the painting on the wall
she continues to stand there
alone in the abyss
A tear slips out her eye
down her numb cheek
cascading down the bruises on her face
yet she remains the same
her eyes...
they have changed
they're no longer dead yet not quite alive
but still, they continue to stare at the painting
They've changed their color
as she began to claw at the painting
her eyes have turned crimson
the painting was bleeding
she stopped...
as the painting continued to bleed
again, she stared at it
as the blood formed her name...
MARGARET...
lol... that's my name... I dreamt about it so I wrote a poem bout it...
gazing at the painting on the wall
the moonlight was focused on it
yet it was blank
She stood there
burning the painting with her stare
looking at it with dead eyes
it was blank...
Dressed in white rags, she was filthy
pale as the painting on the wall
she continues to stand there
alone in the abyss
A tear slips out her eye
down her numb cheek
cascading down the bruises on her face
yet she remains the same
her eyes...
they have changed
they're no longer dead yet not quite alive
but still, they continue to stare at the painting
They've changed their color
as she began to claw at the painting
her eyes have turned crimson
the painting was bleeding
she stopped...
as the painting continued to bleed
again, she stared at it
as the blood formed her name...
MARGARET...
lol... that's my name... I dreamt about it so I wrote a poem bout it...
