Nihilist

the stone will bathe her soul

a color not known to man

staining her roots of purity

as her skin cracks in shame

her innocence blinded away

as the gleam of the substance

inches closer, closer

the breeze between the two

engulfed in heat so heavy

the wind begs of its end

for when the skin of the child

the light of the stone bleeds

into the veins of its victim

swarming like a newborn

and finding a new territory

deep within her remains

and when her eyes close

her memories erased

with her human corpse

a new celestial awakening

the eyes of humanity

will fail to perceive color again

that isn't the void within the stone

hiding forever in fear

knowing the predator

lurking with our throats

sinked in its fang

lies in our reflection