A world of silence
A place where she could express her insanity
A corner where loneliness became her friend
None could make sense
From the art she made through the blood which was shed
For all failed to see
The pain behind her eyes
Expressing her life
Like a blooming flower of a million colours
Revealing the beauty of her scars uncovering her past
All failed to see
For they were blinded by pride
Alone she remained with her solitary yet dark soul
A place where she sought for peace and found a solace.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
A world of silence
A place where she could express her insanity
A corner where loneliness became her friend
None could make sense
From the art she made through the blood which was shed
For all failed to see
The pain behind her eyes
Expressing her life
Like a blooming flower of a million colours
Revealing the beauty of her scars uncovering her past
All failed to see
For they were blinded by pride
Alone she remained with her solitary yet dark soul
A place where she sought for peace and found a solace.
