Post by Bug Whisperer on Dec 18, 2011 20:10:36 GMT -5
Seeing as I consider Literature to be a form of Art, here's a little thing a wrote, just to brighten up my insanity! Its about a girl who as time elapse, went down the wrong road, and ends up.. well, listen.
Little Beth, looked at herself in the lone bathroom mirror,
the lights above her flickered in and out.
The paint on her fingernails were filled with the letters, "LOVE"
And her body would take quite a beating.
Tender skin she was once known for, started to fade, but she was oblivious of this.
See, little Beth wasn't little no more.
She spent most of her nights on this same floor,
with a needle in hand instead of a stuffed bear. For her, reality started to bend itself. Roses began falling from the ceiling, as she stared at them, in astonishment, but as the scars on her arms grew more and more bigger, the roses started to turn red,
until the petals slowly began to fall apart.
As they hit the ground, they began to burn the floor.
Staring at herself in the mirror, it began to shift and bend, until fulling engulfing itself.
As what it seemed to flip this mirror around.
The bathroom itself began to change, the walls, oozing with unknown liquids.
Beth's body itself began to change, He fingernails, now stained with blood and HATE
were infested with scars, in which she herself rejects to say she made herself. She began crying, although the tears did nothing but mark her face with trails of acid, as the tears began to burn her face, she let herself a blood curdling cry, as it ripped the paint off the walls, revealing limbs of others reaching towards her.
The mirror itself, shattered, the pieces keeping themselves still, unreacted by gravity, until they melted themselves onto her body.
As it seeped to her bones, she laid there still, as reality itself had become unstable, the broken limbs from the wall covering her. A small brown animal rose from underneath the floor, circling around her body, as stuffing escaped from its paws.
"Little Beth, was once one with herself,
cheerful, she felt as she could float.
Now little Beth isn't anymore,
from that, she took the throat."
Little Beth, looked at herself in the lone bathroom mirror,
the lights above her flickered in and out.
The paint on her fingernails were filled with the letters, "LOVE"
And her body would take quite a beating.
Tender skin she was once known for, started to fade, but she was oblivious of this.
See, little Beth wasn't little no more.
She spent most of her nights on this same floor,
with a needle in hand instead of a stuffed bear. For her, reality started to bend itself. Roses began falling from the ceiling, as she stared at them, in astonishment, but as the scars on her arms grew more and more bigger, the roses started to turn red,
until the petals slowly began to fall apart.
As they hit the ground, they began to burn the floor.
Staring at herself in the mirror, it began to shift and bend, until fulling engulfing itself.
As what it seemed to flip this mirror around.
The bathroom itself began to change, the walls, oozing with unknown liquids.
Beth's body itself began to change, He fingernails, now stained with blood and HATE
were infested with scars, in which she herself rejects to say she made herself. She began crying, although the tears did nothing but mark her face with trails of acid, as the tears began to burn her face, she let herself a blood curdling cry, as it ripped the paint off the walls, revealing limbs of others reaching towards her.
The mirror itself, shattered, the pieces keeping themselves still, unreacted by gravity, until they melted themselves onto her body.
As it seeped to her bones, she laid there still, as reality itself had become unstable, the broken limbs from the wall covering her. A small brown animal rose from underneath the floor, circling around her body, as stuffing escaped from its paws.
"Little Beth, was once one with herself,
cheerful, she felt as she could float.
Now little Beth isn't anymore,
from that, she took the throat."
