Her last heartbeat

A blank page whispers,
“Write on me, please.”,
as the transparency of people is lost.
Mangled honesty is held by a tread,
as the last of her prejudice slips away.
Her endangered sanity brings shy music to the world of silence.
Torn rumors sleep in the darkness of light,
and the eyes that have long pieced her heart, gone.
Silver lined thoughts and boiling lust makes the weak fall,
as it did to her.
Spinning desires in their own little webs of greed and lies,
captured the young heart of the innocent.
Sleeping down in her own little bathroom,
Every night she’s begging any and every god to end her life.
A blade to her wrists,
and a Bible sitting beside her.
She takes her last breath,
and plunges into the unending.