A random composition following no rules whatsoever:

Tears glide down the blemished skin,

Past scars, past memories

Past the broken dreams of a broken soul

An angel, fallen from grace

For the light that was not lost, but ripped away

Hollow eyes, a hollow heart

Meaning lost and drained away 

To be replaced by a blade,

The only means of which to feel

For one who never felt

A snap

A sudden, unpredicted snap

Of the enduring, all that was left

Movement, spurred with an unnatural vigour

A glass in shaking fingers,

Pearly, chipper beads downed again and again

A final sigh, one lost to the world

For if there were none to hear it, was there ever a sound?

The End

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