written like the sound of chaos

she sings for salvation
bullets curled intimate & familiar
in the curve of her fingers
blood on her lips, white dress
sharp staccato, bitter melody
she sings for the deaf
because they won't listen,
never listen to innocence

still silence her faithful audience
and she sings until her throat decay
rot away
she sings for salvation
but it's too late, too late
chaos is always one step ahead.

until our hearts beat as one

layout by ~ minty_peach