Die! Die! she said battering herself with pain that had been hidden in the deepest trench in her mind.
I wish it would just go and die!
Yet, it lingers on
like a stubborn leech
eating the soul and mind
I wish it would have killed itself
when God rested on the seventh day
so no pain shall be inflicted
in the flesh of an innocence mortal
I wish death were unjust
taking other's deeds and grudge
but who I am to summon
for I speak no words.
She hides in the darkest shadow, afraid of the past, burying herself in the present, clouding her future.