She stares in the void we have created and weeps the blood of the innocent. Her thoughts full of the destruction this world has brought on itself. We and to blame. She exhales the toxicity.
Anything is possible when you rest your head on your pillow of dreams. Take you to a fairytale world. Anything goes as you drift off to sleep to a world of your own.
The toxic sky kisses her face as the wind blows away her essence. Do we see the way she does. Blind to the face of death. Her body breaks away with each step she endures.
Without the sound of screams. Without the sound of laughter. She lay here at the floor. Never feel anymore. The dark consumes her light. The death has taken flight.
A girl laying on her table with makeup littered the floor like blood drops. With her head opened at the top, her imagination running away from her skull. Ripping away into the eternity that is oblivion. All the same time grey wash with a little red and colors on for imagination.