A shadow of the world

A perfect little lie

An abandoned child in the center of the streets

A young girl laid there dead

One single tear from the blue hue’s of her lover

The detest in her parents eyes, impalpable.

An obscurity of her mortal form

A crude breathe from her mouth

A wordless abstruse shown from her hazel hue’s.

It’s the darkest hour, of the darkest night

The puerile hue’s illuminated the territory around her

The catamenial held onto the hope she once had

The muliebrous desiderated for fantasy to become infallibility

For her world to become what it once was

It’s futile for that to ever happen as she laid there

Her last insufflate taken from her effrontery

Her last words descanted in a bitterness tone

The only mortal who cares is the one she loves

Her lover’s languidly dying

As her tears, she’s softly; silently mourning.

She doesn’t know what to say or do.

He doesn’t apprehend what he means to her

She doesn’t recognize how much she means to him.

Her hazel hues are killing him haltingly and she doesn’t realize it yet.

When he looks at her he can see his life flash,

He can see the terror in her hue’s as she watched him silently

She’d hold onto the truth of all she had left

The truth is…

She’s lost him.

She’s killed him.

She’s everything she never wanted to be.

The truth is…

He’s gone.