A body lays restless on the ground beside a pond of oceans, the chill of the heat from which there is none pours from your lifeless body. The light that shone so bright had flickered an dies, for the person who did this to you has not a light to show proof of its innocence.
A grave of a shell of a life once lived lays there with blue tinged skin, and lips the shade of a vampire. Eyes that were once a window to your soul now lay glazed and empty, for there is nobody home to show warmth and beauty to. An whats left is for your body to rot day by day as the life around you continues, for time does not stop for anybody.
A you is left standing there staring and wondering why has this happened to me, for how is there a logical explanation for murder. A you that is left crying for your family you will no longer talk to, yet you might see them if thats what spirits do. And what sweet agony is that to see, to feel like your normal, only never to speak to them again it's like your mouth has been sealed shut with stitches.
©rimson
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