Rotting Glitter

Her face,
like porcalian,
delecate,
and cold.
Her eyes like diamonds
glittering in the moonlight.
Her hair like
rainclouds,
Dark, floating upon
the nights breeze.
Her hands tipped with
long,
black fingernails
That streched out
to reach the stars.
Her skin,
white as the moon itself
scattered with rivers
of scarlet ink.
She is the darkness
the stars and all.
Shes the priceless hatred
the suffering and
pain.
Shes the monday morning
cold and bitter.
The unholy nothing,
Rotting glitter.