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.