In a sea of forbidden passion
A pool of blood at her feet
She smiles in an unmannerly fashion
She whispered forgotten secrets
To the crimson on the floor
Before she made a feeble attempt
And reached up for the door
Flat on her face she falls
Laughing and crying the same
To weak to get up
Immobilized by the shame
Her vision becoming fainter now
Her mouth was growing dry
Suppressed by lack of will power
Her soul begins to die
Her breathing getting less and less
Her heart beat slowing down
The passion once within her eyes
Was nowhere to be found
A sigh escaped her trembling lips
Her hands starting to shake
Her toes were going numb from pain
Her sanity all that's left to take
The battle between earth and hell unraveled
As Her mind was spinning
Satan whispered in her ear, "I saved a place in hell"
God asked her a simple enough question "who really is winning?"
Her reply was weak, but true to heart
"I cannot take this loneliness, the undying thirst for pain"
God placed a hand on her shoulder
"What would killing yourself leave for you to gain?"
There was no response
The question fell upon deaf ears
God frowned at such a mess
"It's sad to think a wonderful girl would think that no one cares"
AN: yea I know I never do author notes, but I felt with this one I had to. It's funny because I wrote this 330am last night, I woke up having a similar dream like this. Maybe it isn't my greatest poem but then again I was half awake and I wrote it with lipstick lol. R&R please, it makes my day!