Virgin Heart
Beyond the boundaries of those forged laughs ,
They were the descendants of Satan
Hiding their insanity were their purple scarfs.
Carving her feelings with pain as if it was a game of chess.
Bewildered with her virgin heart
Made her a dominant prey for their dark sorcerer
Crushing her bones to dust.
Smothering her trust was an accession to another fortress,
They knew smiles were a symbol weakness
But hers still had the strength of gems
Crushing them would pleasure their inner sadism
Excavating her soul to be deported in the daggered drum
Sucking on her blood like it was the preserved ancient rum
Cries of Cruelty were the pillars on which their kingdom flourished
The destructive art of their devil still obscured
Scattering their victims in blanket of delusion
With slow ticks pulling them towards their burning demolition
Dragging her self respect, empowered their integrity
Soldering her figure to that explosive felt like the only necessity
Starving her of the love her body desired
She would serve as a souvenir their future generations admired
The embellishments on her body have tarnished
In influence of the rust of manipulation
Now slacking like a chain was her devotion towards her heavan
The letters addressed to the seraph were seemingly hidden
She was the artistic beam of light in their dark den,
So they had to clutch her shine away with their bare hands
Now She glorifies sadness
With smile being her weakness .
Copyright © Nishita Choudhary | Year Posted 2023
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