A burning tongue, a lonely soul A written blank ad a vain sneer Helpless, burdened until everything leaves The soft rustling of rivers She lies in darkness Soft fingers stroke her cheeks Leaves rustle around her The river flows around her body Suffocating, but provoking Daring her to cross The deep depths into darkness. The bloody forest of tears and pain The water tingles She must forfeit her life. The rose thorns pull nastily at her skin-- As they pull her down, Her mask reveals. She falls into the deep abyss Of lonesome scars that mark her soul. Forever lost Into the death river Helpless, falling With no one to catch her Lost forever.
I like the design of this piece and how well it flows through the whole story. It seems a little like a nightmare, feeling as though you are falling down and drowning in an attempt to reveal that there is a true person underneath the mask -- the irony is that even though underneath the mask is revealed it is too late to save the 'soul' of the person. Well done, and a wonderful story told!