Post by xunpredictablel on Nov 21, 2009 21:07:29 GMT -5
|Title| Lili.
|Rating| PG13, to be safe.
|Theme| Death. ?
Ballet flats on a bright wood floor, tiptoes prancing crost the moor.
Little girl laughs acrost the door.
You open it and a glimpse of blonde blinds you.
Blackened bright- the stars haven't enough light.
Monsters creeping- through the night.
The light flickers with shadows in the cracks of your door.
Little girl eyes are frightened.
Reach for the doorknob and sickening screams stain your vision red.
Rip open the flaming door and no one's there, again.
You fall straight down and straining eyes see only the darkest abyss.
Your soul tortured in the endlessness.
Holding up your hands, little ones envelop your wrists.
Warmed skin against your veins.
Pulled up.
Grey eyes terror and run away.
You trail the white dresses through echoing hallways.
Bare footsteps prevalent to your ears.
And you awake- a lingering whisper upon the black.
Haunted- your eyes find trouble confiding in sleep.
Flickering eyelids- exhaustion a creeping pressure.
Tears dripping down a macabre expression.
She's dead.
|Rating| PG13, to be safe.
|Theme| Death. ?
Ballet flats on a bright wood floor, tiptoes prancing crost the moor.
Little girl laughs acrost the door.
You open it and a glimpse of blonde blinds you.
Blackened bright- the stars haven't enough light.
Monsters creeping- through the night.
The light flickers with shadows in the cracks of your door.
Little girl eyes are frightened.
Reach for the doorknob and sickening screams stain your vision red.
Rip open the flaming door and no one's there, again.
You fall straight down and straining eyes see only the darkest abyss.
Your soul tortured in the endlessness.
Holding up your hands, little ones envelop your wrists.
Warmed skin against your veins.
Pulled up.
Grey eyes terror and run away.
You trail the white dresses through echoing hallways.
Bare footsteps prevalent to your ears.
And you awake- a lingering whisper upon the black.
Haunted- your eyes find trouble confiding in sleep.
Flickering eyelids- exhaustion a creeping pressure.
Tears dripping down a macabre expression.
She's dead.