It's the darkened smoke
Glowing over that dark ember skin
The cameras couldn't capture
The pain inflicted upon her brain
A cold facade
Opinions juxtaposed within
Leaving no place for self realisation
Some fine lines of distinction
Between the past and the present
Now became the epitome of her neediness
Segment by segment
Staggering through the walls
Intoxicating itself
Unfolding the crass sensitivities
To the unbothered beings
Lying beside the deadened fireplace
With a book in her hand
Stuck on the prologue
In Spite of knowing the story
The characters have been delusional
The plot was not pragmatic
But she still lies watching the burning fire
With the hope of resurrection
In the parallel world
She's smiling away