Voids becoming one as a heartbeat;
Tears blind these senses,
The consequences become violence;
Emotional overflow of apathy,
These wings become translucent,
Lugubrious uncertainty,
Confinement, feelings unsettled,
Consuming anger with a scornful sight…
Eyes are vacant once again,
Dissecting sorrow, stench upon her cold, calm embrace,
Every lie becomes resurrected by rays of consciences,
And honesty is balanced in her hands,
Her feelings bloom into the pupil’s of rejection,
They understand her;
No more…
The negativity bursts….crumbling her ego;
Stimulating selfishness from the core of sorrow,
The thriving anger, with the help of silence;
Screams persists;
“Oh sublimity let this be my last I command”
Suicide, a cadaver left in front of her eyes,
She brings along the vengeance,
Distraction is slaughtered in a brink faster then light,
Her scars heal as, as a breathe is taken,
Forever imprinted butterflies,
By Nisha Mirza
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