The Glorifying Hours of Sadness

The pages laid beneath her With imprints of her shed smiles Cause they are still laughing in the grey flashes But nobody halts the time ,it just dashes. Now, the flickering candles dry up her wet lashes And The womb recurres the old staches Pain emerges again from the phoenix ashes Burning the righteous until the slumber bashes The bridge holding her above the currents of dejection Has weakened over the course of self rejections Causing her happiness to be crucified And The crippled emotions have her paralyzed The slacked chains are now what are draping around her Wiping the records of her innocence 's demise Her vitals and virtues both compromised And she blamed it on herself rather than those grinning resides Those dawned bruises bleed until the dusk Oozing out of her ,was the purple rain Scars settled on the poisoned frames That she gained when she was one of their tames The eyes gushes the sins of the past And she rests in her burrow as an outcast Scaring the paper with verses so deprived of love Everyone gawk at her cause she is the red fallen dove The dizzying scent of the distress wandering Enough to grab the remaining peace The hovering clouds of insecurities Had carried away the ancient cities The wrath of reality aches to the core The decaying remains of her are floating off the shore After their enormously twisted waves had wrapped her boat She refugied in the ocean boiling with the fire coat Her embodied weapons of power, The dark storms have them rusted Those perpetrators turned out to be the one she trusted And the massacre has unveiled the quest of secrets The angel numbers pass by casting her demon She is dead awake fabricating the revenge plan? She is on her way to unmask their fall?