She was a queen, unaware of her worth. Biting the dust and conquering her demons,
For peace, she ventures, leaving her beauty to abandoning, trading it for weapons. Paralyzed by processing the truths lost in mazes where no way out could save her.
Parched like no ever,
but for love and thoroughness, she sees the mirage far from her spot,
With a crown of thorns, she’s coronated, ditching the feelings she has never stated.
Hoping against hope for tranquility.
Bad blood from the bulged heart pumped through her veins, staining whatever left from her soul.
Surrendering embraced her with its talons, quivered the angel with her grooves, smiled, and let it all go...
