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Lolita
Broken glass on the floor
Blood trails near the door
The black curls dangle alone
Across the frame of the pale face
As the bloody hand will trace
The existence of the face
The blue gray eyes hid a secret
They hid it well, behind the door
The door that is locked in the darkness of her soul
The soul so tainted and torn
There is no chance of her being reborn
So the tears fall down the blue gray eyes
As she realizes the shattering lies
The black curls fall in front of her face
As the bloody hand begins to trace
The last part of her once heavenly face
The blood runs down her arm
She did herself harm
But not as much pain as the others
They weren’t just lovers
They weren’t just friends
He killed her innocence
He stole her soul
Devil… he was out of control
The last resort to heal her pain
Was for her to go insane
Where could she run?
Where could she hide?
There was no one to abide…
So the scar upon her wrist
Was the last attempt to save herself.
No matter how hard she tried
Fate threw her back in the pit
She struggled as hard as she could
He sat in silence and knew nothing of her
He watched from a far
He seen the blood fall from the scar
A chuckle escapes his lips
As he watches her die
An agonizing cry
Shatters the fragile glass of the night
The crimson pool surrounds
Inaudible screams knowing no bounds
Lacey black dress stickin’ to the floor
His hazel eyes
Reveal all of his cold lies
Her curls flowing from the crown
Like an ocean waving down
The pale blue eyes slowly closing
Hot tears fiercely imposing
The blood knife driven into the floor
He spat beside her muttering, “Whore.”
Death hovering overhead
The body below him heavy as lead
As Lolita lay dying
A flock of ravens began flying
He knew nothing of her pain
Outside it began to rain
Cold and lifeless inside the room
Lay Lolita to meet her doom
His eyes gaze upon her face
Pondering her action to fall from grace
Slowly hazel eyes wander about
As his body slithered out
He let her die in that place
All alone with death to face
