Victorian Adolescence
Death is masked with regret, yet still felt through touch.
Mournful words recorded under moonlight
Immersed in twilight garments, china white skin, and rose-colored lips.
Years of torture and self-mutilation gave way to a vacant stare.
Gravestones and monuments decorate where she dwells.
Her only friends are those six feet under.
Walking on her shattered heart – blessing the broken road.
Through life she collects remorse to line the eternal bed
And waits for the day she can be buried by her guilt.
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