The colour of serenity
The colour of calm beauty
Gurgling of a stream
Amidst land of green
Flowers blooming gracefully
Swaying away aimlessly
The winged little fairies
Buzzing as they forage
Telling their own stories
Causing a pleasant havoc.
But despite all the peace,
She's left with unease.
A peculiar unrest
To decipher it
She tries her best.
Again and again
A recurring nag
Within herself she starts to lag.
Her eyes are dry
All out of tears,
She's at the brim.
The brim of going mad
The brim of insanity.
Her demons relishing,
Parts of her missing.
What's left of her heart mourns,
As her soul has died.
She is herself no more,
But a hollow, numb body
With no place to hide.
She has no memory
Of how she used to be
So happy, so carefree
With not a worry.
With a flood of emotions,
Her neck is choked
With a lifeless rope.
She's turning blue
That's what she called
*The serenity hue.