Something Pretty by Nicole Assenza His frozen eyes melt His heart is purified Soul no longer itches The years no longer burn Then time stops ticking Muscles forfeit strain He sees on forever And ghosts of light Dance into the walls He is feather weightless He is closer to everything He is waking up the world And he is small When he returns He is lowered into the dirt He hits it hard Something in him breaks He is just a shell now Dark and cold as glass He is milk white and butter yellow A new face that is too far worn A vessel for sadness He waits to be filled up By something more than life 12/31/2005 Author's Note: Drugs much? For my girl Britters, who requested "something pretty''. Happy New Year, everybody. Posted on 01/01/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)