Ebony Desire

She sits in the graveyard,
Her eyes toward the sky,
Her lips growing blue,
On that morbid winter’s night.

She never moved a muscle,
Like a statue of regret,
The tears that scarred her face,
Revealed her depression, deep and dead.
Ebony’s tears have cried rivers,
A storm in her blue eyes,
But she just sits and mourns in her graveyard,
On those morbid winter’s night.

Categorized as poetic

By ManicFaerie

I cease to exsist when i feel the need and i Fail to exsist any other time.