She sinks to her knees as carmine red colored blood paints her porcelain skin like paint
Shadowed dark eyes loom over the cold corpse in the once white powder
Over his frostbite lips and dead, widened white eyes
She sits in cherry colored ice that tastes of bitter metal and lost memories
Still holding the crimson knife she used on him,
To adorn his body with scars.
She wanted to see his golden body painted red
She wanted to create art out of his fear
And paint the picture with his blood.
She lies down next to the empty shell of a once living soul
And lets the chill of the cold wind and Ice take her dying body slowly
While she waits for the devil's final word.
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Rumor only has it
That you could hear her maniac laughter
and her weeping
in the sounds of the carrying wind
As they whisper her dying song
That'll drive you slowly into madness.
Started: 1/2/21
Finished: 1/4/20 @ 10:50 p.m. EST.
Kalopsia™