One Last Breath
She seeks no salvation for those who have scorned her,
Crimsion are the color of the eyes that hold her fate.
Unforgiven are thoes who see no future,
Soulless are they.
Hungry the devil laps her bloodstained flesh,
Devouring every drop of her essence.
Angrily she begs him to stop,
And yet they lie together upon searing sheets.
Too weak she is to stop them,
From stealing one last dying breath.
Copyright © Rosalind Hennigar | Year Posted 2008
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