Last WishesLast Wishes10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
From behind the curtains
She watches the scenes,
Of all she's ever known
And what she's learned to be.
Sitting silently and contemplating
How all of a sudden
Her life could be ripped at the seams.
Taking it in, overwhelmed with fear,
She prays, 'I will not shed a tear.'
With time slipping by
Her hope melts to sand,
And she drifts into a world of her own;
Her private, intellectual neverland.
Memories she's made, and ones that
Would be to come, will not fill her head
For the end had begun.
Floating carelessly and whispering to no one
She recites, 'I will not shed a tear.'
Left out from pleasure
But awakened for the misery,
Her forgotten words were
Taken lightly, not to heart.
She dips her frozen finger
Into the lifeless pond.
Draws her clawed hand
To her fragile visage.
Her porcelain features need not rejuvination,
Still she bathes her face, ridding herself
Of his sins. The virginal waters redeeming
Her soul, the strength is given to her
To resume control.