Love Guides the Dead
What can you do, when tears wont fall any more? You have all of the symptoms of devastation and pain but cant seem to make them visible
Inside walls start collapsing, colliding, falling on one another;
like a spiral of old dominoes.
Windows begin bursting, glass startes flying; even some spark of a fire begins ignighting.
rage turns into depression;
Clouded visions become devastation;
Life mattered at some point, but now shes tortures her forsaken life with some old blood stained kitchen knife.
she no longer has a dwelling pain the world knows as strife, she walks around dead and cold.
someone should have saved her before her heart became weary and old
They call her the " the women who guides the lost and the dead" who once loved to hard and was found face down with a note that simply read;
" Ive loved him to hard, i loved another with all my heart, he left my heart alone surrounded by wolves whom ripped it all apart. So now i lay in my bed i clutch to my loves photo and press the cold metal to my head. I never shook, nor trimbled before my finger squeezed the oil slicked trigger. Lord knows the hole in my heart will now never become bigger."
Know that this story stands true. It happens to all of us and more then maybe a few. Careful who you love careful who you give your heart to, or you could be the one she coldly says hello and goodbye too.
By: Alexandra Wells 2017
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Copyright © Alexandra Wells | Year Posted 2017
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