Inside her soul there is a beast
Hidden deep within
It suffocates her at midnight
And brings with it the sin
Memories that haunt and scare
Dreams of love and lust
It blocks the path of angles
And burns the fairy dust
The only angel that appears
Is the one who takes the dead
He promises to take her pain
If she agrees to untimely death
But even when she says yes
He laughs and walks away
Whispering to his demons
Torture her just one more day
-Midnight poet
YOU ARE READING
HER
PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
