[Hiarhu]: 631.Alone

Slit wrists and broken glass
Dying candles stirred by dying breath
A crimson flower loosely held in a cooling hand
Steeping in the sweet nectar of the Divine
Cold moonlight shining upon too white skin
Beautiful eyes watching the stars dim
The soft grass welcoming her into sleep
Drinking her life, her tears
A dress of midnight sky moved by a warm breeze
Extinguishing the candles,
The wax will be warm long after she is no longer
A dark night that is growing darker
Too dark
The wind grows stronger
Sounding like gentile laughter
Not the laughter of one who knows joy
But the laughter of someone…else
A sigh as just a little more of her soul escapes her
No longer does she remember why she is here
No longer does she remember the pain
But no longer does she remember the sun
The feeling of warmth as her mother held her as a child
No longer does she remember what it feels like to love
To be loved
No longer does she remember what it’s like to lose that feeling
No longer does she remember…
She speaks words too soft to hear
The light leaves her eyes
For this child of Earth
The stars have gone.