Dread
Dizzy and into dead, cemented tears
The cryptic girl burying her hopeless fears
Burying herself alive,
She smells the brown, rotten Earth
She smells death and misery
She smells the scent of hatred in all corners
She tried to go above the grass and scream
She tried and tried
And all she heard was death bells ringing
No one knew- It wasn't her fault
Her voice grew weaker- She could not talk
She became " The Anomie"
She lost her utopia, woe, and fantasy
She lost everything
She's null to every pace she makes
Everyday, she buries herself
Then come out in the enigmatic dusk
As she loved to smell Earth's malodorous pot
Meaningless meanings - she saw tears on a book
They were pictures of a philistine lover-
A dead man never looked
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