COLOR
There is no such thing..
In her world, neither
Black Nor White
Through her eyes,
SILVER, was her fight..
LOVE
Never existed.
In her world, of chaos,
She was QUEEN
DISTORTION
Is how she sees, herself..
Lost in SILVER smoke,
She can't seem to carry,
Oneself..
In a world of SILVER
No one sees,
No one hears,
Let alone,
No one cares,
That the smoke of her Death,
Was the KILLER
SILENT
Screams for help,
Were never heard..
But overlooked, ,
Because of her silent Welp..
Now, it is too late,
She has already,
Passed, through those gates..
MOURN
Is all you can do,
When you just laughed,
At her too..
This is no joke..
It's sad and it's true..
The cause of a women's
DEATH
Because…
OF SILVER METH SMOKE
MP ❤️🌹
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