Moonlight paints her face within the darkness
Shadows grasp her with a forgotten beauty
A silence nobody can hear without listening
Etched on a distorted canvas of blurred emotions
She haunts with echoes of her tortured misery
Suffering alone in the recesses of her agony
Nobody will save her, a nightmare within reality
An imagination of the horrors reoccurring for infinity
She exists only within the darkness of your soul
She is who you are, someone with no control
Emotions painted black in a world shrouded
The mist blanketing your mind until you drown
Velvet black hair that flows like invisible ink
Only your own reflection within her eyes you can see
The shining crystals drip like mirrors of emotion
Each drop containing her true undying devotion
And when you awake, you'll find yourself trembling
You'll see her face, but won't remember entirely
Within this endless waking nightmare you'll feel a forgotten fear
One day you'll turn around, and find she is no longer here
- Author: P.X. Vexxus ( Offline)
- Published: July 28th, 2017 03:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Canvas [October 21, 2016]
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments1
After several readings, the only interpretation I could muster is; The death of your feminine side? (You are a guy I think, from the scant picture). That would be a scary loss, indeed. Thanks for making me think, P.X.
"She" doesn't represent a person at all. This poem uses a lot of personification, if that helps. 🙂
Thank you.
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