She used to know it was there,
and never knew,
a picturesque image of herself,
but not in the state she was in now
but in the state she should be in,
her friends were opposites of themselves,
her love was never too far from artificial.
In the black of the nigh,
it swallowed her,
in vain,
she sis not resist,
tempted by the demonic promises that awaited her.
But in day,many decades later,
she realized the anguish,
and repented.
