fall and rise.

The ghoul is a morbid whispering shadows
A continuous visibility showing deep dark hollows
It brings multiple lividness
they never leave, the roll is endless

With an overwhelming heart, her chest aches
Forcing her to be wide awake
Her back along the mattress
Forcing her to yield in madness

In the midnight as the dark skies is languish
Darkness rose, it will never vanish
In her chest she screamed misery
But out of her mouth sprung a melody

A pestilentious chorus of never ending grief
Shaking and trembling, like a paralyzed feet
She cried and cried until it will end
The darkness consumed her, like a lifting scend

Wallowing in sadness; bawling her eyes
this solemn won't get her anywhere.
In her mind, it's hard to ignore dangerous voices
but silence will also take her to nowhere

By night, she falls into the depths of the ocean
and fear no horrifying feeling despite darkness
She rises from the graves without a memory
the oblivion struck into her mind to forget the bury

The moon can't be seen due to the clouds
And the insomnia begins to turn around
Into her conscious, weak mind
From one glance of pain, shrivelled and clined

An excessive occurence of pain and sufferings
and a frequent neglect of bearings
All the weight of burdens in her heart
can't accept the consequences– the awful part

She is oblivious, she cannot see nor hear
When in fact, everything is already here
The demons will come and torment her
From desperation, forever and ever

Her jar is filled with the tears of torture
Wild Nightjars in the air calls her to conjure
From the hunger of sympathy
Growls whistle of saddening harmony

They detach her trunk, claw and her ears
succumb her eyes and begin to pierce
But it decided to dissect her open
Like vultures feeding the dead

All she had left were skin and bones
They wanted to kill her, she seems unknown
Her body in the forest is left abandoned
but truly, her being is forsaken until adawn

For resurrection, she tried to dug her own grave
stayed there inside using her final strength
She did her best to be strong and brave
but her world does not seem to what she meant

The night adjourned, the rays seeps through
Her bruises gaping, not enough to sew
She was hardly bleeding, almost dying
The sun still rises, always shining

She rises from the graves by day, her trunk should not have torned apart
the pain from her eyes will still not depart
She stands with an open arms by the daylight
As she smiles, waiting for the things to be alright

The night never felt like home for her
because it was never protecting her
maybe it holds a little courage for her
that she might not see but a with a little focus