Rebecca

Innocent blood poured from inside ridged veins. An immortal life depicted through time, forever lost in sinking humanity, clung onto thy life like no other. Vines trampling over more unworthy than itself, rushing upon chaos breaching a fragile surface, peaking through unrenowned pores. A life so frail with beauty and betrayal none other that is given is taken. With one foul sweep, the Ludacris concept of hatred so vial. Grasping at the thresh hold of life, a heart so pure dancing in the twilight. Fading beyond creation of embodiment, embracing omniscient beauty, an incomparable essence. Once the body is inanimate the soul no longer endures bodily mistakes, only the soul purity of awareness is left for judgment on itself.