Âme Perdue
Thickly somber, idle chatter clogs the mournful air
From up above, her knees still wobble on the shaky dais
Her shameful stare centers on her bluish ink smudged hands
In and out uneven breaths are ragged and unsound
Teary cheeks grow alive as buzzing slows to fade
Her time to speak creeps closer still and pounding heart ensues
Butterflies in chaosed frenzy flip her heart as she lifts her view
Yet just before she starts to speak, her entire body stills
“You?” She whispered, widened eyes frozen in the air
Her frantic words denied it hard despite her plain in gaze
“It cannot be… no, no… not here.” resounding fear now louder
Heads turn to her distressed cries yet nothings found as their eyes scour
Frustrated she yells, “Why have you come?”
Murmurs rise, her hands go numb
Windows freeze as cold as ice
And there she stands clear in her sights
Clearly now, the crowd is chilled
Searching for the bother in place unfilled
Vexation grows as she’s yet ignored.
“She’s right there!” Her terror roared.
For there she was, in the middle aisle
With a haunted gaze, she could not describe
Tears had formed from growing pain
“There,” she gestured yet again.
Few shook their heads with incredulity
Rumors of “crazy” flew accusingly
None but she could see her there
Instead to she, the crowd turned their stare.
Her head whipped around with pleading eyes
Still begging belief, she continued to antagonize
As if on a string, her broken neck lifted
Her lips twisted up in a heinous grin
Slowly now, her legs start to move
Each stomp of her feet is heavy and cruel
Her hands reach out towards her,
claws dripping blood
The sickening sight made her green, as she trudged
“Don’t you see her?” came another plea
Her heart continued to pound wildly
Feet crept further forward, nearer to the screams
And tears poured down her face in streams
“My friends, dear fate has left you blind!
Ghostly pale, she towers over,
creeping towards you from behind!”
“Why can’t they see… why me? Why me!”
Her eerie screams “Why am I to blame?”
All at once, her words had faltered
She stumbled backward, crashed to the altar
Mournful little wilting flowers
fell back from her broken rage
Trembling fingers failed to find
a firm hold on the stage
Her lungs constricted, tears burned her eyes
Bile in her throat was on the rise
The blurry specter who stumbled closer
Soon her ragged breaths grew lower
And suddenly she disappeared
Her dragging feet could not be heard
Yet just as she almost let out a breath
The evil hanging in her face,
stopped her heart dead
Bloodshot veins crept through her face
A decrepit smile stood fixed in place
Her bloodied nails teased,
dragged slowly down her neck
And pierced her heart,
ripped it from her pounding chest
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