18+ Tragic was her life, desperate was her plight, she did what she alone felt she must. |
-Beauty In The Bleeding- by Keaton Foster Beauty In the bleeding She’s seeing Her life Everything leaving Escaping Via self-affliction Via her decisions The blade Stained red Lays by her side Deep Are her wounds Right to bone Her hands Made useless Her muscles And tendons Pointless The world Hers Floods red What a mess She has made Beauty In the bleeding Pinned To her chest A note Long ago penned Outlining her plans Asking for forgiveness Not from God But from those few Meant to remain Long after this day Often they tried Giving her hope At least for a time They assured her As best as they could But such assurances Would never be enough This is fate In her eyes Ordained If not by any God Then by her own hand Freewill Her crux Her toxic true love She fears nothing Except for losing Her ability to decide All of her choices Most of all this one Have been final She has always known Quite certain That in this place In this way She does not belong Suicide is her song Her final tune To let all know That what she has done Is by her hands alone Beauty In the bleeding Sinister May be the reason Impossible Is the relation But for her What we think What God declares As the deepest sin Means nothing at all Freewill is her king In this kingdom of fools That she has found herself At least for a time Living in… Beauty In The Bleeding Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |