Emerald Irises

Ironically, emptiness weighs heavily on my head as tears chip away at my smile. My breath is steady and my footsteps focused as I lay dying. I'm a mass of oxymorons as I scream in silence. You couldn't tell by simply looking at me though; not even my eyes can show the shattered porcelain of my soul.

~o0o~

My skin is shining and my eyes are playful fire. My teeth are bouncing pearls and my fingernails are purest diamonds. My mind is a sea of warring good and evil. My soul is a barren land of ash that smears chains from my fingertips at every touch. Yet only I, the girl with emerald irises, can see the ugliness of my existence.