Her thoughts punctured by her exhausted mind,
Like a vein torn to threads, it bleeds
From the thorns that lay within her,
Her vindictive spirit yells out loud as her
Faith lets up,
The silhouette that she has become
Hides her like a fallen leaf from
An oak tree,
Demons demonstrate their joy by pilhouetting
In her mind as she intimately falls in
Love with her sorrow…She looses
Grip on life as she takes her last breath.
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