Girl with the Golden Touch

May 31, 2011
Decrepit she skulks the light is
A million beams of broken shards
The fissures slivers shatter the
Gashed soul in golden pieces near

The sanguine ties the warmth rides down
The crimson rain puts her at ease
Concealing shadows her visage
Hides of repugnance and deceit

A curse a death a golden man
She thinks cries touches the great bonds
Soft weakened metal they crash to
Her floors a crystal palace broke

All that stands is her statue there
She touched her skin for those she hurt
The pain a fire in her hurt soul
A selfish act for those she loved

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