She is living in the next Jihad,
She was fallen when she turned on God.
She has dreams but they won't manifest,
Always tired but she can never rest.
Slipping away into further despair,
Drowning in tears but she can't get air.
Wanting to fly far away from here,
But she can't move; she's frozen with fear.
No one understands her pain inside,
She'll escape when she becomes Death's bride.
Hiding in the dark from reality,
But all her demons, they still can see.
She's swallowed whole by her decadence,
She trusts her fate with confidence.
Making decisions that have no sense,
She is a wall but has no defense.
Parasites eat her remaining love,
No where to turn not even above.
Blood is flowing as her aura fades,
Maybe her next life won't involve blades.
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Hi everyone. I had over 250-275+ poems but after a series of events, well, this is the first one I've written in a while because of the anger and dissapointment of not having my others anymore. Please enjoy it and there will be more to come soon. Please don't forget to rate.
