The beauty wrapped around my tortured gaze caresses my blackened iris. Blackened and charcoled, rimmed in onyx I can not see the whispers of sweetness all around.Ive been blinded to beauty now forever, the swordsmans blade has pierced me with tender finality and this world I’ll see no more. Absence of vigor leechs me of shades. The bitter tears of my final sob slip down my cheeks washing them of loves blush, my lips of a rose’s beauty and my eyes their melancholy blues.my fingers flutter, birdlike in their seizures of movement, fluttering at this pinioned sword within my flesh. shards of steel flay those icy cold fingertips, crimson apples of blood sprinkle like rains mist accross my lips as i seek my own breath there again.my world loses it’s axis and reels violently on it’s side. My vision becomes crimson and obscure, reflected up to me from my own lost life lying pooled below .looking at my colorless eyes washed in my sunset pool of life the darkness within them grows. Obscured is my blackened iris and the milky white that contains it. the darkness spills accross my skin, enveloping all as it voraciously consumes my forever stilled contours, now greyed and dark. The darkness comes from me and for me though i am her willing captive and welcome her embra……….
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