
the macabre by ~Beanfontaine
I opened my eyes,
eyes made of ice with the look of the sun;
having my crimson hair spread around me as a flame,
and my skin as a porcelaine doll,
being touched by the rays of day...
I walked off bed,
feeling the cold floor below my feet,
seeing your picture under the sheets,
torn and rotten,
frayed and dead.
I closed the window with my small hands,
threw away my most lovely desires,
breaking my body as I fell appart,
crying... and setting myself free.
I opened the hole in my chest, and then,
I was out in the moon again,
bloddy starts blinded my sight,
and well, I was dead...
As your picture,
As my soul,
As my lust...
I was dead.
... NO! LIGHT! LOVE! SUN!
FADE IT... AWAY...
THE NIGHTMARE... IS DONE...