Silenced

Shimmering silver light descends from a crecent moon it shines on your pale white face your lips are purple your hair no longer bright firey red blood runs down your neck spills onto the ground your blood stays liquid, as a symbol of your life; free flowing and never without a will to live on Now all that remains of you is this image so cruelly implanted into my brain; seared and locked into place How I wish you would've listened. For if you did you would be here now I wish for just another minute with you. But alas, this wish will never be granted You can not turn back time.