Written on: September 26 ,2017
Black Veil flowing down to her face.
Heels with skulls and staircase made of thorns,
she left no trace of a single smile.
Death turns to her with its eyes filled with quizzical maze.
Her heart so dark yet pure and fragile.
A dance with death is no doubt a suicide paradise.
A serenade and pursuation from that entity is nothing but a crazy phase.
A tainted mind yet goodness is still bound to her.
No wonder madness had locked its gaze upon her empty eyes.
Madness is not a threat..not the one that would lead you to death.
Madness is not a traiter but a lover of nightmare
and would gladly share it with her.
One souless woman wearing black elegant and sophisticated gown with
thorns that blocked her heart from eternal happiness.
That one... the one who attracted both dangerous beings
is laid upon a bed of fragrant petals of roses but uncolored.
She who had been touched by death and kissed by madness
is the night sky that allowed others to shine.
An angel who was swallowed by suffering and pain
is now being filtered by the colors that the world could offer.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words of the Broken and the Lover
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