Serenades in the dark; the
Audience is a dead girl. Her bones
Dance a jig of
Never-ending sorrow, awaiting her
Entrance to a life of eternal peace that will never come.
Sad is she, for her one and only love
Sings from the clouds above as he floats on wings that she will never have.
"Unrequited"
Underneath the cloak she's shrouded in lurks a
Number of chambers housing despair and loneliness.
Rescuing her is futile, for her earthly body is
Empty; it is only a shell. Her soul remains
Quiet, waiting
Urgently for the love she'll never get back. It
Itches up and down her spine; she doesn't move.
Terror comes from her parents as long as she's still, an
Endless dark tunnel with no light at the end. The
Devil has already claimed her sodden spirit.
~Amy, 11/5/2011
Sorry I posted a day late!!!
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