The Sound of Silence

Bright blue eyes, perfect red lips,
Porcelain skin, flawless beauty,
Face covered in a spiderweb veil.
Lunar glow, illuminating her pale face
The perfect corpse, the perfect glow.
A candle flickers at her bedside
Shuddering breaths, the last she'll draw.
The blood that has stained her hands
Is being repaid with a simple disease.
The poison flows through her veins,
The tinge of blue flowing through her skin.
Skin like parchment, paper thin
Looking like a frail leaf, faint shuddering.
She gasps her last breath,
And dies without a single word