I saw a girl wearing whiteness as her skin,
She stood still naked amidst the night,
and crimson have been flowing out her broken spine
Her ravaged posture reminds me of my flesh,
It have always been bleeding.
And the bruises resting upon her paleness calls the dark within my soul.
I cried, cried until nothing is left.
And so no one will hear not even the long time dead.
I saw a girl wearing white dress, she seems so drunk with skin filled with bruises.
In a night, night so horrid,
She stood only to fall for she have found her wings.
And as she ended time, I have been crying, for the girl from the very start, have always been me.
I am faltering and so I vanished.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
