Thread: Untitled ( Always )

The voice that is hers but not her sings
She forgot why she breathes
All that was divine inside her is dead
Now she is an empty coffin of lost hopes

Mutilation brings is life to her, electric
Her blood dripping and pooling and falling excite her
The correlation between hand and razor leave dark lines
Carelessly ignoring her wants and needs

The barbed wire constraints of her reality tighten
A smile cracks the sealed closures of her pasty lips
She lost herself and replaced the void with a razor
A crimson waterfall flows out of dried veins

Deluded by her slow suicide, she can's see she's a ghost
Her discarded body laying in sacrificed offering
The glow of her ghostly body remains blind to her eyes
So consumed in cutting away the sorrow that stained her

This self-made death is superficial
Her life stolen by a razor masquerading as a hero
She fell away into the fires; she could never defy Fate
A lie that was made to hold her flesh captive

The marred body she called home lay in shambles
Damaged and used for nothing by false carnage
The courage she lost lay asleep somewhere, waiting
But the blood could never be washed away

She went unpunished by God, Hell was not her destination
Rather, she was sent to solitude and desolation, by herself eternally
Left without her razor so she could nott rip apart the wrong etched in her
A lesson she will learn a thousand times then repeat

A beaten body to be greeted by mothers and fathers
They never cared for her enough to cry or mourn
Blood told stories on the walls but they never cared
Her sin was everywhere in their eyes and smiles

In some field of happy trees and artificial clouds she screams
The need to die and keep dying eats away at her dead soul
Alack, there is not enough mercy in God to grant her death
Spinning, spinning in her field of crimson sunset

Terrified of the bent corpses' that litter her field of happy skies
Not looking to see herself a corpse alike those she runs from
Crying unheard tears to any who would listen or care or understand
Stuck in her field of consequence where she will stay always

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Okay, I took Kasai's advice and I'm now going through and fixing my works. This is the heavily revised edit of Lingering Effects, it's much better now. It makes more sense.