She Took It Upon Herself
She rests her head atop
A pillow of empty pill bottles
Her eyes locked shut
Her skin snow white
Her breath muted
She got sick of waiting for a happily ever after
So she took it upon herself
To take herself
And in a pool of prescription capsules
She broke into her nirvana
I don’t blame her
She just wanted pleasure instead of pain
She just had the guts to open the floodgates
And let the glory shower over her
I don’t blame her
But I do cry
As I embrace her icy skin
Kiss her blue tinted lips
And stroke my hand upon her pallid face
I just can’t believe
She’s dead
But beautiful
Beautiful
But dead
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2011
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