My thoughts and Poems

"Casket of red/ Broken and Bleeding" by Morana le Faye

If only it was her common suicide
Created by mere sadness of the heart
If only these were tears from sad onyx eyes
Instead of crimson tears from empty sockets in slender wrists

If only this wasn’t madness,
But pure bliss
If only she was okay
But now she’s bleeding her pain away

She’s empty and alone
Her eyes clouded and her nerves are dead
As she slits open soft flesh
Until all you see is red
Gently she lays upon her bed
And closes cloudy eyes
By morning she’ll be dead
Slain and lain in a casket of red

If only this was a common suicide
Created by depression of the heart
If only she closes her eyes for a small rest
Instead of laying ready for the eternal best

If only her pain hadn’t taken over
But gone away to allow her to breathe again
If only she didn’t feel sorrow in her soul again
But now she’s broken and bleeding her pain away

She’s broken and bleeding
All she sees is red
She’s broken and bleeding
Nothing more will be said
She’s broken and bleeding
Soon within the silence this girl will be dead

With cloudy eyes closed
She lays as I have said
Amber hair spread
Across her bed
Here lays a white angel
In a casket of red


Broken and bleed she lays
She has had too much pain

She’s broken and bleeding
After so many times of being raped and beaten
She’s decided she’d rather take her life away

So here she lays upon her bed
She is finally dead, but yet so alive again
With her first smile played upon her now blue lips
She’s no longer trapped and broken, but dead
She is free…Her soul is finally alive again
Thanks to the body on the bed
Her casket of red

She’s no longer broken and bleeding
Her hearts no longer beating
She lays dead
Forever..
Here..
Upon her casket of red