She was seated there Alone Alone in darkness Her amorphous shadow displaced On the cold floor By the light from the dying moon The silence was too loud And so were her thoughts Depressing suicidal thoughts Her soul banished In an abyss of grotesque Psychological torture
From a distance A coruscate of hope An opportunity to escape Her anathematized reality All of this because of him The man of his dreams The one she knew Was absolute for her The only one who wouldn't relinquish her Like everyone did Death! Surreptitiously he Approached her And she whispered
"Take me with you"
But even he had a type And she wasn't his And just as she was before She remained to be A piece of **** in a ****** society!