Untitled Lost Girl

The snowfall was quiet

Quiet, like a breeze

That curses to the moonlight

And knows not what it sees

But high above the moonlight

The chords then struck a nerve

She fell upon a mountain

An undying, sudden curse

Carried by the stream

And pockets filled with sin

The mountain wind had quivered

Her skin was growing thick

She gazed the world around her

Mysterious and reposed

A lust-less lost love lying

In the banks beneath her toes

She fell toward her knees

But no tears evoked her past

And the memories she remembered

Were like morsels in a flask

One by one, and slowly emptied

The pitiful, last remains

Were gobbled up just like the final choices she had made…

And hope began to swell her

In death, she would refrain

For no acceptance she’d give in to

Like a breath, she’d choke again

From the speechless, senseless satire

Or the morbid, macabre mess

Her lover died beneath the snow

And it became his last best dressed.


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