A poem of a girl, unwanted by a world too cruel for such a fragile soul. Feeling lost and alone she takes the only path known, ending her inevitable misery. She just wants a way to end her sorrowful cry....
I want to end 'her' sorrowful cry...
"Key of Salvation: What a Waste of a Life"
Lying broken on the cold hard floor,
a disarray; a battered thing.
Self loathing.
Doubt.
Insecurity
Forge a cell; her prison.
She’s trapped once more,
unable to breath,
chocking on their laughter.
Muffled sobs escape by force
like empty words not spoken.
Tears of the innocent; pure and true
now take form in a lust of passion,
amplified by year long redemption and
isolation from the world she wished she knew.
Eyes of fire now turn to grGrey|_as last remains of life are broken.
Taken in thy hand,
a sliver key to redeem,
thus, free her from this hell she’s living.
“Tomorrow ends, tomorrow’s severed.
No more will taunting last forever.
The chains are gone from about my being.
I’m free from a life where I have no meaning.â€
Those words echoed through her mind,
as they passed now pale lips, lost in the essence of time.
Fading fast, a world of crimson black,
beckon her near to the doors of death.
A weeping Angel waits, wings now perched around her
protecting a once innocent soul.
Her reflection looks onward though the stains of time,
past the crimson seas to where she now lies,
whispering to the silent voices ahead,
“Such a shame it was a waste of a life...â€
