Woven By Sunsets.

Woven by sunsets She sharpens her claws To take revenge on victims To prove her ability to storm. Broken charade of her life Concealed under glance of beauty A beauty that soon be fading Turning skeletons of bare bones. I wish she had fester feeling To see high seas or starry nights The lone pathways of her mind Wish could whisper into her pains Sorrel advent of some new dawn. Her claws are sharp Her teeth are blood soaked She would never command Some chilling call for intimacy. Only the empty ego Of her awakenings Will rule over the stubbornness And all her artless meanderings May end in a wanton wilderness.