with the rain pouring down on her pale skin
the stinging of her wound slows,
scars and open wound were painted on her,
as if they were tatoos.
to the clouds her face was now facing,
her blood crimson hair tangles down her back to the floor.
the memories,
the tears,
the pains flowed down her cheeks.
the war she is waging is not only against herself but the people around her.
we are all fighting,
just different devils,
on different levels.
no one can push past her walls,
even though she has build them so high,
she doesn't realize that she is the one that is trapped inside.
she's a misguided ghost with a past,
of course she also has a future,
one she can choose.
she has tolerated a world of demons for the sake of an angel.
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