• As the tears fall.
    As the pieces of a shattering heart begin to torture her mind, body and soul.
    Another life lost in this stunningly beautiful, masterpiece of horror.
    The eyes begin to glaze over, no longer reflecting anything but a blank stare, nothing more to see in those eyes except an abyss of nothingness.
    No more love, no more happiness, no more anger.
    No more anything.
    Not even any hate left for what has been done to her.
    An empty shell, where once, a brilliant light lit up everything about her.
    The light has long since gone. Faded to jaded.
    Day and night, devastation holding her hostage, a sight so horrific that any poor soul who lay their eyes upon her, that cold chill runs down their spine.
    Oblivious to the world of life around her, seeing nothing but dread and hurt in anything her eyes do manage to see.
    A world inside of her so dark, dank and lonely, no one ever bothering to try to find a way in, too look for the light switch.
    That dark, dank, lonely world finally opened after being isolated for so long by the one person who had bothered to look for the light switch, the person who could make everything disappear with a single kiss, a single touch, soft sweet nothings whispered in a hushed, husky tone.
    She had it all, she had the life she had come to realize was what she wanted, the family, the one friend she knew she could trust no matter where life led them, she had the one who made her life perfect.
    The one who raised the spark in her eyes that had long since gone out.
    The one she laid her heart on a bed of nails for.
    The one who made her believe anything was possible.
    Like the razor blade that slides across her wrists at night, the blood that flows steady, leaving her veins and body.
    The life drains from her soul.
    His kiss a razor blade kiss.
    So smooth and painless in the few seconds it lasts.
    Until the desired pain sets in, that wonderfully horrid pain.
    That pain the only thing that brings any kind of life back to those stunningly beautiful, haunted eyes of nothingness.
    One last cut, another soft sigh as she lay her head down to sleep.
    The abyss in her sleep no different than the one she wakes too.