Death by Starry Night

Nov.19,09
11:02pm




Darkness enclosed her mind.
Her open wound stung,
letting the evening air trickle into her blood.
Her eyes open wide and her lip quivering;
Her cheek wet with cold sobs.
Falling, she holds out her hand,
Hoping to grasp another.
Her hair softly caressing her face as she tumbles to the ground.
Shattered glass rains upon her violently,
as the stars light up the black sky.


There is no one there to save her
... there is no one there to hear her scream.



Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Onto the Nothing

Nov.5.09

7:35am

I love the way the silence creeps down and covers the poorly washed tiles and the grey cobwebs with a sense of tranquility and solitude.

I love the way the cold freshness stings my lungs as my fingers redden with numbness.

I love the way the orange and pink disperse, coloring the nothing that surrounds me for just a split second.

And then,

... the day begins.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Nameless Soul

nov.3.09

11:34pm

"Happiness in the world".

She was the sole exception to that statement.

Not because she could not see it, nor because she could not find it,

but because she could not feel it.
She, as many did, wanted either to fit in or stand out.

She attempted both and failed.

With her strong spine and her enthusiasm, she smiled upon the cutest romances around her,

just as she did when she found beauty in tragedy.

She seemed to see beauty in even the saddest of situations,

but yet she could not see the beauty within herself.

Perhaps that was her downfall.

Perhaps that was her fate.

Wether or not there existed beauty within her or any happiness for her to feel, is a question to go unanswered.

She is a soul without a name.

...All that is left of her are remains for the crows to pick at.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ