Where She Lays

Skin of alabaster, eyes of the Pacific, and a voice so sweet
Cherished then hanged, Loved then buried
Why such a tragic ending to such a beautiful life
Maybe because this beauty didn't want to be cherished, didn’t want to be loved but hanged and buried
Her name was Elizabeth
Face of an Angel but thoughts of silence, death
Her happiness drained until nothing was left
Thoughts of a knife then of a gun
Too many problems none from which she can run
Children laugh taunting her flaws, mistakes
Her final wish to never wake
Elizabeth
The real her incognito hiding from the pain
Struggling hard oh so hard to keep herself sane
The little that’s left .Losing touch with reality
She used to think “mom you’re never proud of me”
Feeling worthless and insecure
Wanting to see her name in that brochure
Sunrise July 26 Sunset January 23
She wanted to hear what they thought about her, wanting to hear every word
She sensed her time, felt it right
Swung the noose over her neck, her eyes shut tight
 
   It was a wonderful house
Every door leading to its soul
Every window an opening to its heart
Surrounded in war
 Overflowing in peace
There is where she is
There is where she lays
                  Her name was Elizabeth
Her body a flow of energy, ready to be released
Kicked the chair from under her, air supply ceased
There was no light
There was no gate
No Satan to tell her she was late
Just silence and death
Cold silence and death
Bloodless silence and death

Reviews

[deeps]

WOW this is awesome, I really enjoyed this and how the two seperate writing styles tip it off. This is amazing writing here!

[Trevor]

Kind of a dark view of death but very well written. I especially liked the lines after she actually died. Also, I do like how you put in the rhymes while managing to not make it seemed forced.