Shadows.

Splashes of tears could be heard from the clouds, as she dances under the fierce curtain from the salty rain.

A little girl, with no care of the world, only happiness in her cradle.

Her rosy cheeks still stained with its ever bright red.

And as the sun, shatters the horizon with its burns, she rests under its glistened shadow, where her skin blasts a radiant glow from its touches, even gold stand no compare to its worth.

The cold feels of her lips, could bring mighty men to their knees, her sheer graceful demeanour, still storing happiness to a deranged soul.

Her certainty a rare reveal to such craze of peace, she wanted nothing but to be at ease, but her cursed death was a bitter stain of heat.

With nothing against the world, she struggles for life's breath, she's drowned by her thoughts, that are clouded by the pools of drought's crest.

She wanted nothing but her life, her fights against death's wishes, a lost victory foretold.

As the claws of doom glazes hot scratches to her heart, its stitches a pointed canines that leaves hurtful hallows to her soul.

Her screams could be heard in the clouds, like a bleeding banshee, making the angels break down to its agony, and like the shattered bottle sheets, she became a shadow of herself, still a cheetah to the test.

With no hopes for tomorrow, she is laid by the beeping sounds of equity, where she stares with a tattered eyes, her flesh a paled entity.

Still unmoving to her state, because death has come awake, its shovels could be heard against the graves, its chills a horror to the craved.

With Darkness still in her wake, its hands drawn back for a strike, its destination "her soul", taking with it her goals.

A disappearance with nothing to show, she breaths her last, with only the greys of her past shading colors to her part.

And with stale hope for redemption, she steals a kiss from peace, for her spirit to be at ease.

leaving behind little memories to the doors of her beloved, she steps into the chariot of truth, where she rides with the clouds, the wind her guide to judgment.

Her lost an impact, it shock the doors of balance, while leaving trails of sorrows as a debt to her death.

#sad_vibes.