A bruise seemed to heal
But she returned for vengeance
A deep wound is all I gape for
The bruise shall never heal for eternity.
Deceptive was she in attitude
And so is the bruise now
As I lay a soft touch onto thy heart
Precious abstracts tremble down in pain.
Remorse is all she is associated with
Brittle memories of the unrecognized faith
For a lovely life forgotten by lacklustre hope
As she argued in harmony the monotony of time.
Her soul danced in pomp and glory
Innocence overpowered by surreal expectations
Sprouting thoughts of mischief and rage and infidelity
The evil within her worked in unison to the mind and the soul.
Joy and fun she associated with human feelings
She surrenders to the supreme being of I, Me and Mine
A day of purity and a thousand others of insanity
Prayers of wise wisdom is all is left of her.