The blood stains dried up.
Looking like dubbed marbles
Dark like maroonish,
in color. That's where she lived.
Amongst the clean polished floors.


©sim

When blamed we are impeccable
Our incorrect mistakes are imperfectible
Truthlessly resistance is lethal
We are imperious also impertinence
The truth is improper inaccessible

When blamed we are impeccable
Our incorrect mistakes are imperfectible
Truthlessly resistance is lethal
We are imperious also impertinence
The truth is improper inaccessible

Precious violet
Near a pond of vibrancy
Colours soon to fade
In your last freshness and youth
Why has your beauty withered?

You can find my grave
buried beneath the practiced,
perfected simper.
Don't confuse the glow behind
my lids as life. No one's home.