A girl of young age she was
Free spirited and out of pain
Life was cotton candy , with rivers of milk
Not until the monster of night peek
Along with him, Strings of destruction
***** intentions, aura filled with tensions
Lucifer came as a saint
And the image of "Her" he taint

All I ever wanted was a world
filled with roses, having no thorns
Respect of a woman hold
Adorned on my neck, like gold
Walking with no fear
And no more rivers of tear
Or lonely deserts of echoed cries
Just happiness that says no goodbyes

Her cries are muffled
Her tears soaking
The comfy bag underneath her head
With fearful eyes and beating heart
She look back at her once perfect life
How incident of a minute changes that
How once she is the peak.
Not until the monster of night peek .

© Khayr Souf|viabeneathherwords