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Sweet Paradise

Poetry By: LizLew

Haha, you thought this was going to be happy, didn't you?
The persona of this isn't mine. I wrote it for a friend.

Submitted:Jan 4, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

A tabloid queen,
Empty void unseen.
An obsidian coloured hole,
My heart you stole.
A silent, blood tear strokes my white cheek,
Forever my torn soul will bleed.
A broken mirror with ragged reflecting shards,
An abyss of sorrow replaces my heart.
A vacant look in my ever-changing eyes,
The alive green colour has surely died.
A zombie walking in pain and eternal torment,
But I feel nothing, or instinctively ignore it.
The beast within me, the part of me that could fight,
Slowly falls, slowly dies.
I can no longer keep this broken mask up, smiling,
I'll close these vacant eyes, stop this lying.
You cast your spell and now your doll I am,
It doesn't matter why, I'll never understand.
My skin hardens and my body becomes ice,
And finally I reach a painless, Sweet Paradise.


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