Dies a young soul
Velvety sunshine awaits them on the other side
Limitless imaginations run free
While the reality is held captive
The wind is still and tense
Like the crippling anxiety that crawls up your neck
Pale skin and sunken eyes
Ghosts that haunt you bathe in the moonlight
Weary dull stars faint overtime
Dark blue waters fade into sweet nothingness
Red stained lips from the metallic taste of blood
The Skeletons in your closet come out to play basking under the moonlight
- Elle
I have no idea what to call this.
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