She wanders the earth,
A shadow of herself,
Nothing but an empty shell of a once-happy girl.
And she cries.
Where her tears soak into the earth,
The blackest roses spring up from the docile ground.
In her arms,
Such arms so weak and scarred,
She holds an urn with the ashes of her heart.
Where her feet glide across frozen land,
The terrain becomes rich and fertile.
A mockery of her body,
Barren and devoid of life.
Her scars map the roads littering the world,
Her eyes mirror lagoons,
But her soul,
Her heart,
Are nothing but black holes,
Sucking in and destroying everything
That's stupid enough to get in their way.