There she stood under her umbrella.
She emanated void,
Endless and unfathomable void.
She seemed soul-less.
The rain was rhyming to her psyche. She was being eaten by something.
Something deep down the roots of her soul.
Where to go she wondered?
She lived in her own born psychosis.
Love, hatred, Compassion, grace.
These words no longer existed for her.
She was a good as dead.
The countless battle she went through only broke her further.
She kept on enduring till she was stoned.
She became one with the void she once feared.
She was lost to the depth of oblivion.
She was a mere living body for her soul was lost.
She fell in love with darkness.
She fell in love with death.
She fell in love with misery.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
Thơ caA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
