October
October rain
Falls with the
Chill of the
Winter wind
Fast upon it's heels.
The raindrops
Hide a girl's
Falling tears
Although they fall
A deep azure
Not the clear
Veneer glazing over
His eyes
While he was high
And beat
Her until it
Seemed that
Her eyes
Were made
Of blood covered
Onyx, strong as
Stone, not flesh.
Until her body
Could bear no more
Markings of what
His own hand did
While he mixed
Substances, just to
see what would happen,
Then he became addicted.
October fog
Shadows the bruises
Covering her body
Until she can
No longer stand
The look of her
Pale blue skin,
Misted by the haze.
So much
Hatred to her
Own skin
That she scratches
At each and
Every bruise,
Slicing her
Skin with
Her short nails
That she kept
Long for a
Time when
He told her
That they were
Beautiful, until
She attacked him
Back one night
In her own defense.
And no one saw
It like that,
Because she was
Insane.
And nothing
Made sense
When he lied,
Saying how
She had done that
To herself
Bruises from
Self harm
And she didn't
Recognize him
Because it was
Dark at the
Time.
But she knew
That October
Brought closure to
Her life,
His lies were glass
Cutting her veins
Slitting her
Throat.
She knew
That he was
Her cause of death,
The grim reaper,
Bringing her to
Her hole in the
Ground to face
The judgement
And maybe feel
The flames of Hell
Licking her toes
Because she would be
Barefoot and they
Wouldn't burn.
She would laugh
For the first time
Since October
And before.
October came,
Then left
With her life
In tow.
He finally killed her,
Ended her misery.