She hides her entity inside a nonexistent being,
and dreamt one day for someone who's willing to know the real her.
Atop the clueless leaves, fallen in an afternoon of autumn,
When willows gradually loses its foliage.
Down the all so many deaths that surrounds her, it was beautifully chaotic.
She hides in a nonexistent body, but the tears were urging her to scream.
Death were always what surrounds her, and now everything, everything crumpled into insanity.
She dreamt for that someone, who will be able to see her monsters.
But no one seemed to be brave enough to wander in the deepness of her tainted soul.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
