When it becomes too much |
Alone in the darkness
A small corner in her room
The moon so beautiful, mirrored in the blade
The skin so soft
The world so quiet
Another life beyond death awaits her
Fast and hard
She slits her writs
The dark and mysterious now coloures her skin
No more pain
No more thoughts
When morning comes, She will be no more.
Fia 08-01-30 05.26
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| Kommentarer | | glasbubblan - 30 jan 08 - 11:52 | gillar enkelheten och djupet i den här!
det känns enkelt, men samtidigt så mycket och
vackert!! verkligen fint skrivet! |
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