• My Darling Bones.
    [ you are all I have left - forsaken me not ]



    Even if she cries at night there is no one to hear her sorrow; no one to hear her mourning. There was no one to save her from herself. Comfort was long gone. No one could save her from the torture she was inflicting upon herself.

    With no one there to help her, she could only try to embrace her fate. She was destined to be alone from the beginning. There was only sweet, deceitful words from death's lips to comfort her when the road met its end; or what was left.

    She was alone from the start, living a quiet life of solitude with no one by her side, no one to tell her it would suffice. No one to tell her it would be alright, no one to warn her of the damage she had caused on her very soul.

    She wouldn't die in vain but her body would no longer support the burden; the burden that would leave her to die. It was fate from the beginning. She would be destined to die alone, as her siblings before her. A simple sacrifice. Her last, inner energy would succumb before she would, to leave her alone with torment until her cries would be her last; there was no one to save her from herself.

    Her body would decay ever so subtlety; her pale surface would rust and waste away. Her eyes would as cold as cold can be, listless and grey; like a rose without thorns, she would no longer have the beauty she once had. Her bones would wear away and her body was fragile to the core; she was ghostly, but her face looked almost human. Her own bones were more alive than she was. Her own bones had more color than the remains of her distorted, dismal face.

    Her skin had fallen off, leaving her bones to support her last breath. She was always alone ever since her body had left her for dead. Now that her cries were barely heard, hidden from all to hear, there was no one to hear someone who had been lost from the start. Inevitable.

    She was alone from the beginning, no one to save her from herself.
    As alone as alone should be. She was all bones from the start.
    She was just plain foolish to let herself fall into oblivion.
    The abyss of nothingness.

    Just a pile of lovely bones on her golden throne that remained intact while she was the only defect in this extraordinary painting; a simple mistake. She was the dullness to a peacock's feathers, uninspiring and tedious and without colors, she was nothing.

    My darling bones, please do not live with this regret of abandoning me.
    You were my only friends and I understand that you couldn't spend your last moments with me for I wasn't worthy of your company.
    My own bones, I must ask, have I ever been more lovelier?
    The loveliest pile of bones you have ever seen?


    She was always a lovely pile of bones.