Sunday, October 10, 2010

2-28

She sits in the grass
watching black clouds pass
waiting for the day
she no longer has to pay

she has lied
she has cried

rolling down a hill
she remembers the one she killed

she stops at the ledge
peeps over the edge
down below the water crashes
into the rocks deepest gashes

unsteadily, she gets to her feet
staring at the water deep
It's only a game
not played for fame

she takes a deep breath
not ready for death
the water calls
she's scared to fall

scared to die leaping for the sky

the wind pulls gently
the rocks below are plenty
in the wind, her dress doth sway
on it not a single fray

Her skin now white
eyes no longer bright
with her last breath
she prepairs for death

playing his game she whispers his name

slightly foreword doth she lean
slipping on the wet, wet green
the wind is her brace
as water meets her face

no longer, can she breath
as the water starts to squeeze
slowly she closes her eyes
knowing she is about to die

in the dark she sees his face
next to him she takes her place

once again, she is glad
never again to be mad
with her prince once again
this is how her life ends.

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