Venomous words only flow from her mouth.
Hatred is what she embraces and gives out.
Victims are what she makes out of others.
She makes her life miserable.
She takes pleasure in her downfall.
Mockery is what she does best.
But in spite of it all, she tells her,
By all means; Please do so.
Because when the night comes.
And their heads rest on the feathers.
Her thoughts would be that of Blissful.
And hers would be of never-ending Bitterness.
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Thorns and Roses
PoetryJust unloading the burden of my cluttered brain. Random thoughts. Everything about Life in general. Raw emotions. But I'll try to make sense of my words. Hopefully? ©copyright ayanz88 NOTE: COVER BY @sarahikari_ska #18th highest rank { 21st/10/2017}
