The Scent Of Pain & A Pale Face
A pasty face and the scent of pain seeping off you, even after you were gone.
May 6th 2007
I imagined her in a coffin today.
Pale, cover-up plastered all over her pretty face.
The smell of relieved soul was in the room, the smell of death.
Sobs were heard from every corner.
People walking up to her dark, brown, shiny case...crying.
There was a particular person that caught my eye.
He walked up, took one look at her...covered his eyes, and threw himself at the ground.
His painful cry could be heard miles around.
His pain I could feel deep inside me.
I'll never forget his face that day.
Sorrow was here.
It seemed as if I were watching from somewhere above, where no one could see me.
Maybe I was waiting for her.
Secretly brewing anger, sadness, and guilt all alone.
Every single person in that room...
Had anger.
Every single person in that room...
Felt guilt.
Every single person in that room...
Will never feel how bad I felt.
Pale, cover-up plastered all over her pretty face.
The smell of relieved soul was in the room, the smell of death.
Sobs were heard from every corner.
People walking up to her dark, brown, shiny case...crying.
There was a particular person that caught my eye.
He walked up, took one look at her...covered his eyes, and threw himself at the ground.
His painful cry could be heard miles around.
His pain I could feel deep inside me.
I'll never forget his face that day.
Sorrow was here.
It seemed as if I were watching from somewhere above, where no one could see me.
Maybe I was waiting for her.
Secretly brewing anger, sadness, and guilt all alone.
Every single person in that room...
Had anger.
Every single person in that room...
Felt guilt.
Every single person in that room...
Will never feel how bad I felt.
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