If you look closely you will see the barricade behind her eyes and the pain banging on it,
begging to come out as her irises gradually lost their glow and the once perfect green is now a lifeless shade of what it once was.
Glazed over and dead with a slight sign of defeat, they doesn’t shine anymore but rather reflect the light around them out of necessity.
But on those rare occasions, ever so slightly, that glimmer would return and lighten up her world as tears, relieved would come running down her flushed cheeks.
She lets herself sighn and take a deep breath screaming out with every ounce of her power. But her voice would fail her as no sound escapes her sealed lips.
Right then face would grow cold, cheeks would lose their rosy colour and her expresion would become one of a perfect ice sculpture.
All emotion would disappear without a trace as if it never existed in the first place. The little fire stomped out, insignificant, irreplaceable.
Her icy heart would melt the tears away as the world around her would become once again gray and dull.
Listen: Antidote by Faith Marie
Paper Crown by Alec Benjamin
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