Her Shadows Can Turn Beautiful

Her hair sickly black,
And eyes red as blood,
Shes graceful as the wind,
But looks as if shes dead.

The animal within,
That which she cannot tame,
It thirsts blood,
And hungers for pain.

Shes cursed by the others,
Forced to live all alone.
Called into the shadows,
Her life's shut and sewn.

Please search through her eyes,
Find the plagued soul that dwells,
Break through her emotionless mask,
And save her,
From dark regrets of the past.

Her shadows can turn beautiful,
If shes shown what she craves,
Acceptance from another,
And to feel love
Like no other.

by DeathKitty
posted on 08/16/2008