Her body floats in the silver stream,
Death absorbed her in a winter dream
When snowflakes fell gently on the ground -
Serenity of silence profound...
Frail existance demolished by strife -
Living in pain is having no life.
White butterflies kiss her livid face;
Your lies pushed her off the edge of grace,
Her sanity tattered by your screams -
End of a heart with a million dreams...
Feeble existance broken by lies -
Untruthfulness is still a disguise.
Sanctuaries can only be built
From divine love unshaded by guilt,
With forbearing and perseverance -
An asylum unstripped by balance...
Frail existance demolished by strife -
Living in pain is having no life.
^I don't like just this two lines, because they have really typical rhyme and rest of this poem is excellent and whole piece has fantastic original rhyming except this two stanzas, this is just my opinion, but I think that life and strife sounds really bad...
existance should be existence
Anyway great poem, it is truly dark and your great talent amaze me...