She is still Beautiful
A cold day, and the bearer of bad news this time is the phone,
Physically she hurts. Emotionally wounded now, I share the same boat,
as the demonic waves that crash, form the tears that glisten my cheeks,
I drive, damp eyed and shaking, towards the hospital in which she sleeps
"There is little chance for her" I hear the dark words whispered,
ill people hunch over, coughing and spluttering disgustingly around me,
sick bodies resemble the warped yet detatched state of mind i possess,
as i patiently wait for the permission, just to see the one i love.
Will the time ever come? I check the watch, upon my shaking wrist
And begin to cry once more, as i fear what is to come.
Finally, my wish is granted and I am led at an agonising pace,
towards the hostile room, that imprisons my unconscious lover.
There she sits. Emotionless. white walls surround her being,
as obscene aneasthetic crawls decisively through her veins,
she lays broken and beaten.
Soft crimson flows gently from beneith the ebony hair upon her brow
and gentle bruises litter the face, that i fell so in love with.
Her crystal eyes, that I spent so long looking into, are delicately smashed
And the soft warmth of her exquisite hands, now seems lost to me.
But through that sick mask of evil that causes my despair
Through the injuries sustained upon her pretty face,
through the life threatening destruction laid onto her,
She is still beautiful.
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Originally Posted by stevie tv
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