Annulment Ruin Speaking |||

What is the point in being filled with useless emotion,
When it is never returned...

Hoping for just a few words to be said,
but i will never hear them.

The cold is coming,
And the bitter taste of loneliness,
Still hangs above my chest,
The chilling feeling of someone just there...not really.

The bones will keep,
Long after her eyes have died,
The beauty underneath,
Now visible to the world.

Beneath a waterfall,
A presence stands wishing to the sky,
Cleanse her of the former life.

Her skin aligned with open pores,
Where the dirt seeps deep,
Till she bleeds her hands will brush,
To rid the body of imperfection

Ana, she is like their words, like ravenous beasts stripping me, leaving only a frame.

Heartache - The predicted cause of death