She: A Ruined Fortress

She feels like a ruined fortress
Shaking, now shattering, now gone astray
Now digging up, creating a dark hole
Deep enough to lock herself away
With her raging riddles’ ablaze desire
To reach him with their throbbing hands

"How can such a lovely thing
Be surging with so much pain?”

He murmur softly in her ears
And all she can hear are words
Like poison keeping her blaze at bay

And then she cries, she cries not tears
But blood streaming down her fence
Blotting with marks of his name
Once a nirvana to her, now a wasteland
Crammed with thunderous cries
Of her cluttered self letting last words escape
"I was once a serene citadel,
now just a lovely thing for someone
mastering the art of constructing lies.”

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