The Color of Pain

The color of pain Her eyes were golden brown.full of life,happiness and innocents. till the evil of one person would change that forever.scared of ones hidden dark truth of the evil eyes that still haunt her. the very eyes that told her heart lies while burning deep ugly terrifying holes on her very soul. She has seen the very blood on her hands that once covered her eyes from the evil dark shadow that struck her now weak, dead,vulnerable soul. and from all the coldness of his soul left her brain in constant confusion. Her heart in non-reactive, dead silence.made her mute, unable to scream for help or move her frozen trembling body from the fetus state she lays in for safety. The only thing that even comes close to feeling alive is the the blood that still runs down her face from her frightened eyes and the scars that ache from within her weak lifeless body. And even though its very dark in her life you can always see The color of pain that surrounds her damaged shell.