Simple intakes of air
A dank dungeon of despair
Tears of silver on her face
Escape to a happier place
White tiles stained with red
Covered in the blood she shed
Don't be sad, her life's her own
The world is cruel and we all die alone
Moonlight on the Terrace
She looked out into the starlit night sky, just thinking. Not of anything in general just thinking. She thought about everything, but mostly about life. Her life and the life of those around her. Life wasn't a bad thing it was just hard. She always tried so hard around them; around her friends she was a different person. She wanted it that way. Hidden in plain sight she called it.
Maybe if she could make it all wash away, like rain. She opened the French doors and stepped onto the terrace. She could feel the cold wind cut into her scantly covered body. Her dark hair whipped wildly about in the autumn breeze, she didn't care. She didn't feel the bitter cold she didn't feel anything. She looked across the vast blackness of the night and wished she could fly.
Wished she could fly out into that diamond speckled oasis and be away from everything. She stepped closer to the railing and leaned forward. She felt the wind push against her body with such fury that for a moment it felt morbidly sexual. She breathed it in eagerly.
Her breaths were passionate and deep as if they were her last. Who knew maybe tonight it would be.
She wondered how her friends would react when they found her broken body on the frosted ground beneath the balcony. Would they cry? How would they tell her parents that there little daughter committed suicide? Would they mourn, wear black, or would they be too upset to react? Who would present the eulogy? How would her parents take the news?
Early dawn when life is new
Everything's floating in a world of dew
Swallowed up in this perfect place
Life begins to fall from grace
The world peels from the fabric torn
A shallow pool where tears are born
As the day grows older
And Eden becomes colder
All you can do is cry
Flowers forever wilt and die
There is no hope and no trust
The dreamlike garden turns to dust