the sky seems healed and there's singing like the lutes on the insanity of your

death dance.where are you now? its a strange world that beams orange dawn without your voice in it. &its such a shame that they
did that to you. because your neck was so pretty.

a lot of physcotic screaming and sobbing, feels like home. the walls just bounce sound, without the irreplaceable darkness of your (poisonous) beauty. where once you'd whisper tainted stories - all that is left is silence. so undignified -

like the bitter tears i've cried. i've missed you and i can hear

your voice. you're screaming and you're shrieking, but its you, the adulthood (which he wouldn't allow you to reach) scratching into your throat.

darling;anything-
i must have you back, but i just don't know why. you were far too beautiful, too perfect, to drip blood like someone who wasn't qualified for life.

so undignified - an empty sun rises with nothing against its horizon. something i would never have believed, the emptyness of this house without you stings more than any of the times you would hit me, & hurt me. there's nothing left to love but thin air and to think you had such a death -

so humiliated, you would sob,
and to think i will never look into your eyes again, the eyes that gleamed with fire. its called love-hate - but now you are gone my memory has just erased the whole aspect of "hate".

you were so alive.

and if i want to see you
you won't be peacefully sleeping like a gorgeous fallen angel. you'll be bleeding with your beautiful long auburn hair troden into the floor, covered in dirt. drowning. and it is

so undignified .

a.n : its about Katherine. for you. x