Beautiful Death
In the middle of a field on a cold winter morning she is surrounded by lilies and grass Her head on the soft mound of soil, hair spread out on the grass She smells of Lilacs Her nails blue from all the blood she has lost A blade in her hand Thick scarlet slash on her wrist Blood Oozing out into the soil She bleeds into nothingness Closing her eyes she takes her last beautiful breath Oh how beautiful she looks, finally at peace Away from all her worldly worries If not for the unbeating heart and the slash on her wrist One would think she is soundly asleep
- Eyphah









