Poems from KatieGray
I love to write, it helps me to release, and in a way I feel like I'm creating something small. Even if it doesn't matter, ya know?
The moon light was dim
But beautiful still
Death watches
Sara positings herself on the edge of the roof
Looking out at the sky
Her brown...
The girl looks into her shattered mirror
Her face is distorted
Her eyes are red
Pieces of her face are gone
Fallen to the floor at her feet...
The hall went silent
The room shining and bathed in gold
Glittering jewels
And portraits of wars
The chairs lavish, in silk
Burgundy and...
The girl lay in bed that night
And Death stood at her bed's foot
The girl watched Death
Her eyes drooping with sleep
Rest now
Death's...
And Death came first
In the night
While the girl lay in bed
Her hands shaking
Death looked down at her
Knowing she couldn't see him
And...