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With a soft tap of bare feet, Essence stands there...filthy with impurities. Blood tainted, haunted by tearful memories. The ghosts of which tend to cling to the young girl, using her breast to lay their woes upon. Causing a heaviness upon Essence’s emotions. There sadness becoming that of her own. Slipping the girl into levels of unreachable depression. The same feelings can be found in her black painted smile, that has been lost for ages. Trails of tears that had been cried so my years can be found on white cheeks, from empty eyes of a shallow black. Black of the hair, that slides into the face, shadowing already blurred vision. Sighing softly, leaving the annoyance to remain in the way. So many things had been in her way...Blood. The crimson red liquid that flows as though does
a river that would never run dry. Simply drip...drops of a drips that splash onto solid surfaces, from a faint wound upon the wrist that connected to the hand. The hand the held the weapon. Decorations of red grace the sharp ends of steal...yet never did such a weapon end the flow. Virgin like, Essence was wrapped in fabrics of white. Bruised like a raped doll...Painted and porcelain. Mentally raped by tortured bitchs, that rebuild Hell in her mind. They had lapped up all that was once called a voice, leaving nothing behind to help her scream. Though lips do part, letting stifled torments flow easily, slipping off the tongue into the mind of others.
No mortal could hear her cries...the weeping heard at midnight by those buried under the earths weight. Bearing souls of death that wreck of sin. A scent easily detected by Essence...a scent found manifesting on this earth...slipping into the souls of others. She knew...She saw...Watching it all. The purest soul losing all innocence as they grow. Tasting the from the tree of gold and evil...Essence knew no soul was safe. Faith for better had be lost in layers of depression. Hope for a new day had been killed by suicide.