Cold Time
As Silver Tipped Tears Rippled Upon Her Face
By shaquille barzeyPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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As silver tipped tears rippled upon her face,
And Fall into the river of subspace.
Her mind, Her soul
Her thoughts out of place
Comments and remarks
Hurt her so
Little does she know she's beautiful
Cuts and sighs are her only escape
Baby baby
please don't make that mistake.
Blood colours your arms bit by bit,
all from one tiny slit.
Her blades decorate her skin,
making her veins look thin.
No one to tell her how great she is
Apart from the blade she favours in
Her Eyes like sunsets
Her smile so bright
Her hair
Her body
Her face glimmers in the light
So I pray that one day
your mind will be set Free
like a bird
Not trapped and enslaved
by the cruel blade gird
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