Her story ended for every blood tear that she cried for no one understood the demons she carried inside.
She held on to them tightly afraid to let them go. they were the only ones that loved and caressed her heart and soothed the empty holes.
The days of her blindness was a beautiful darkness no one else could begin see. It was a different kind of light that caused her to be ungodly but the essence of unique.
She held the bosom of darkness so kindly in the palm of her hands and welcomed the unknown for they have shown her a place that she could belong.
Rejected among the ones that love should have been most given shamed and claimed and unholy for no purpose at all.
She questioned over and over wasn’t love supposed to be sanctified and most highest of all.
In her mind spinning… the betrayal, the hurt, and loss. Family, friends, and lovers all had done her wrong.
The feeling… in her veins had somehow changed. The darkness took away all of her pains. Adorned her with kisses and made her never-ending promises that darkness never travels alone . ~ A. Smith 16′
(photo is not my own. Unknown at this time.)