she’s still living in a void dimension
forsaken and letter-less.
days have gone by with blink of her eyes,
just like the ink someone marked on her heart
morning bruised her loneliness,
the bloodthirsty night stole the laugh she dreamed of having
she is still hollow,
a house without home,
boats without captain
she is still hollow,
living in a void strange world by herself
she is longing for her vibrant being,
her darkness has taken its quit.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
she’s still living in a void dimension
forsaken and letter-less.
days have gone by with blink of her eyes,
just like the ink someone marked on her heart
morning bruised her loneliness,
the bloodthirsty night stole the laugh she dreamed of having
she is still hollow,
a house without home,
boats without captain
she is still hollow,
living in a void strange world by herself
she is longing for her vibrant being,
her darkness has taken its quit.