An early morning funeral in the midst of the garden; there she was holding her memories in trembling hands. The coldness of the sunset shivers her as she painted the night with tears of hopelessness. Holding herself with her knees close to her chest, face turn down in the ground. “How can this be a dream? A nightmare in my sleep.” A selfish thought come running through her mind, she listen but only silence answered back. As she remembers her own throbbing suddenly it started to rain. Drip, drip, drip she listen to the flow crushing down to the earth. She lifted hear head and look at the sky. It gave chills in every drop of it in her pale face. “Stop!” she whispered. She tries to stand and find a shelter. Running, running and there she found a small stage with a roof on it. Tired and almost out of breath she rest herself, just watching. Drip, drip, drip.
The rain stop as the darkness of the night creeps, covering the entire world; the moon rises with glow staring it makes her feel awe. Watch everything sparkles by the moon’s luminosity; she watches them glimmering. How beautiful to gaze at? As they seem grinning back at her. She dance even though drenched and cold she dance. With the smile on her face, hands held up high she suddenly bring to a halt. She notices something on the floor just right beside the stage, out of curiosity she started to walk there it was scattered roses on the ground; without realizing thorns at her feet. The pain of bleeding, she doesn’t mind, grabbing one “Lovely.”
Stuck by cruelty of the world asking inside when she will be free? Just dream, dream she will no longer return in their cruelty. A single hope can make a difference but the wounds that have been carved at her body, for years of entrapment makes the memories anxious at her; in thoughts letting her cry even more. Shamed and guilt cover her.
The death of her own soul leads to somewhere, her heart still grasping for anticipation and the ones she believe she will return with new life. Soaking wet, blood at her feet, tormented soul; she felt the sting but the pain inside is more agonizing. She is all alone and abused by the world. Sacrifices of love mend her hearts and the world laughs at her face. She closes her eyes and raises her hands above reaching the delight of what she feels above. She knows someone’s watching behind those clouds reaching out for her too. As she fainted through that cold midnight; She, with last breath those unfailing words “help me…”
Now trampled on the ground with eyes shut, she lies there dreaming. Tainted by the memories she wants to lose. In her most thrash adventure the world might forget, but the ones who left a mark will be remembered in a sense she only knows. Those last words of farewell only she can say. Now she leaves only for that dream with that someone with light caring her back home.
The rain stop as the darkness of the night creeps, covering the entire world; the moon rises with glow staring it makes her feel awe. Watch everything sparkles by the moon’s luminosity; she watches them glimmering. How beautiful to gaze at? As they seem grinning back at her. She dance even though drenched and cold she dance. With the smile on her face, hands held up high she suddenly bring to a halt. She notices something on the floor just right beside the stage, out of curiosity she started to walk there it was scattered roses on the ground; without realizing thorns at her feet. The pain of bleeding, she doesn’t mind, grabbing one “Lovely.”
Stuck by cruelty of the world asking inside when she will be free? Just dream, dream she will no longer return in their cruelty. A single hope can make a difference but the wounds that have been carved at her body, for years of entrapment makes the memories anxious at her; in thoughts letting her cry even more. Shamed and guilt cover her.
The death of her own soul leads to somewhere, her heart still grasping for anticipation and the ones she believe she will return with new life. Soaking wet, blood at her feet, tormented soul; she felt the sting but the pain inside is more agonizing. She is all alone and abused by the world. Sacrifices of love mend her hearts and the world laughs at her face. She closes her eyes and raises her hands above reaching the delight of what she feels above. She knows someone’s watching behind those clouds reaching out for her too. As she fainted through that cold midnight; She, with last breath those unfailing words “help me…”
Now trampled on the ground with eyes shut, she lies there dreaming. Tainted by the memories she wants to lose. In her most thrash adventure the world might forget, but the ones who left a mark will be remembered in a sense she only knows. Those last words of farewell only she can say. Now she leaves only for that dream with that someone with light caring her back home.
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