Her lifeless body floats on the inky black water, reflecting the lights of the city that never cared to know her. Her hair surrounds Her face like a halo in the cold water. Her purple lips miss the oxygen they once knew. Her skin is pale and cold from the night. Her arms rest out from her sides like the cross that she once bore. Her feet float just below the surface, pointing down towards the dark riverbed. #deadpoet #deadpoetssociety #romance #romanticdeath #poeticdeath #poet #writer #death