As the snow was falling upon the graves,the light in her eyes was slowly fading.She could feel the love no more.There was nothing to believe in anymore,there was no hope for a better dawn anymore.The belief in the purity of this white and frozen snow was torn apart by the cruel reality.This purity was stained with lies,with tears and with the warm blood dripping from her self-caused wounds.
Once,her faith was true,so was her innocence.But when the reality struck right into her heart,heart of an innocent child,her world built upon inoffensive lies crashed on her.The ruins were now covered with snow,but she didn’t care anymore.She didn’t believe anymore in its beauty and purity.She had already tasted from the cursed reality.She understood that the apparent beauty of snow(in fact,of everything she knew)was just an illusion,a coverage,used to hide the truth.
Knowing that all she believed in was just an illusion,all that she put her hopes in was a lie,there was just one difference between dying in that moment or later:if she died in that cold early morning,she was not forced to endure the life while hiding behind a lie anymore.So,she chose the pathway of decay,hoping for a better world,true purity,not for lethal poisoningwith lies and illusions
(I know it’s August,but i really felt the need to post it)