Descent

A child of a dying wish

the glass shards of my shattered soul

draw blood

in the dark.

I was born

with stars in my eyes,

the cosmos in my head - 

a ruler of the skies.

A fallen angel,

with tears of ink

staining my love,

fear in my heart.

Cruel daggers of ice

slice through my whisper-skin,

leaving scars,

angry, red,

like the monster inside.

Don't look back

into the abyss,

the swirling cesspool

of frigid light

and welcoming darkness.

Smoky tendrils encircle my throat,

grasping,

choking.

Not a single sound escapes my lips

as my feet touch the ground.

Falling no more,

discarded by the heavens,

I am no one's daughter.

Now, there is only me - 

me,

and my nightmares.






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