So young and pale...and angel of death in her wake...
Sad eyes look upon a tortured soul...the scars that were left by the world.
So young and beautiful...the pale blue-gray eyes speak...the sadness there is evident if you look hard enough...
Why I write these words, I do not know...but to show you the indifference of the world through this little girl's last breath...
See? Do you not know what you have done? You've thrown this last stone and crushed her head...now no longer can I see her beautiful eyes...no longer can I see the quiet paleness of her face's skin, or the red of her lips...
The red of blood has saturated her body...and the world is unforgiving...relentless and blind to see the damage done by it's own emotion.
Now this little girl I carry is no more. But she lives inside me, always...forever will she remain in my head...
I will try my hardest to live with the memory of her smile...instead of the sadness that layed therein...and then the smell of metal to my senses as the stone you threw crushed her to death...
