Small Sacrifices of suicides mind.

The blotched ink is splattered,
- stained, smudged on the paper.
The existence of the meaning of the words,
vanishing into the abyss...
The question on the tip of everyone’s tongue
" How could this have happened."
The room is dense with the smell of death,
sex, drugs and depression.
Macabre pictures of Angels ( with stitched eyes ) weeping over
crosses.
The blood dripped on the floor,
a desperate attempt,
at relieving stress -
a failed experiment.
How long could she go with tempting death?
"She always went down the river,
she never crossed the railroad tracks...
she always did it hard."
The allure of this game...
they just didn't understand it,
and now she lay a frail,
pale Angel.
The way she crossed over,
defiled her very being
she deserved so much more.
Almost immortal - immunity,
destroyed by temptation.
A fallen victim,
preyed upon and cast into
the pool of victimization...
by velvet and lace.
She was a slave to her addictions.
She's a mystic in her own dimension
the key to her own universe,
her immortal wishes forever granted.
The trauma this beautiful suicide girl,
has created,
tragic yet fitting.
The funeral...words from a burnt love letter,
proclaiming their love of her.
Her mother frantically praying to God,
that she hasn't lost her darling Angel
to the enchanting beauty that only brother Satan
can create.
From the depths of the broken,
will bring a facade of happiness,
detaching from reality, to keep from insanity.
Her racing imagination, incohohernt but simply
beautiful, like a lullaby.
One by one they each bend over her body,
looking at her delicate frame in a plexiglass
coffin.
The sky darkens, and the wings of fluttering bats
are heard...
Something is not right.
Tears flow...heavy...when in times of sadness...
She had perished years before,
in the mind of a crazy insane woman.
Lithium dreams twirled her into artificial happiness.
It became an obsession
like the song of the blade -
a beautiful silver field of needles.
So in this twisted Labyrinth of deceit
and descend
beyond the shrine of death and beauty
show us the secrecy behind those pale baby blues.
This fallen victim,
is now the circumstance
of the small sacrifice of suicides mind.