Tonight, the wind drifts through the window frame, along with the pale moonlight.
She holds the razor to her wrist, tries to complete her wish.
Crimson liquid runs down, as she sits alone in her cell.
Prison to her own horror, and torture.
Pain is building inside, scratching and feasting on her sane memories.
Stared at by the community, they think she’s just a tad bit insane.
The puddles that grow beneath her, that hold her inner frame.
Flowing through the puncture wounds, as she sits there, cold and Frayed.
Her eyes are beautiful, tinted to the light green of gray.
Cold drifts through her skin, her eyes are shutting in.
Laying motionless to the music of nights imaginative glamour.
Whispering her name one last time, we died together.
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Submission Name: Together
