Thorns
She danced along the haunted gardenThe screams coming on stronger
Flowers were not, could not fill all the emptiness
Green and gold
scraping her feet
The worms kiss her blood
A gentle sing song dance
An emotional killing to the rythmn
Morbid unrequited love
His eyes played with her once again
Feasting in her
An apparition sheath
Clouding her eyes
He stares in judgement and cruelty
She is never enough
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