Thy sundust lantern gleamed infinite theories
Her scream wasn't the only massacre
The pain that flowed in her blood
Only spelt benign marijuanas
Her narcotic cornea was all screamless poison
Blood in the betrayer afterall.
It was the blood itself, knew all the shadows.
The petal cried, losing it's shine
A dream, to cyst all nightmares
The breathless dawns, the sleepless dusks
Death better than life and every blossom it bleared
She survived solitude
She survived horror
She survived insanity
She survived misery
She survived survivals
The masks, the ribs, the cages, the demons
All of it was a dream
And it wasn't too
Only if it wasn't the truth, she would have survived more
Her screams killed her from inside
Outside, she was a sandstorm
Smiling
Dressed to kill
Her ownself.
Again.
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PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
