...this indelible scar has left her forever marked...

empty and overused
she grows stoic and suffers no more

her skin turns porcelain
so sheer, so fragile
while the pigments drain to gray haze
and her hands have gone cold as death

her eyes glossed over
bears hope to veil her loss of innocence
she cannot shed anymore tears

the heart, encased in sparkling frost,
whispers soft crushed beats
but she smiles those broken smiles

although showing no symptoms of a soul left
she has only one facet left preserved
so lush, so lucid
crimson and bittersweet
those delicate dollveins...