Darkened images
A severed head
Of a dying beauty
Her throat runs red.
A smile spreads
Across your lips
Staring at
Cuts and snips.
Why?
God got tired
And laid the world
To rest on your shoulders.
So heavy, this burden
So painful
The crushing of your body
Your mind
Your soul
The world looks dim
You're full of doubt
You're dreaming death
Cause you're all stressed out.
Author notes
I wrote this piece for a friend who was feeling majorly stressed at the time
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