The mutilated Self
Her veiled heart,
Lost in the world of lust.
Drifting among the soulless soul,
Shrouded in shame and disgrace.
Seized of her dignity,
Ravaging her mind, her body..
A mutilated sense of self.
Wounded and broken She lies
Screaming into the silence;
Slithering for justice.
Calm she never found.
Yet why??
The torment she waged ?
The demons faced?
Inexorably sapping the life out of her
Till she is nothing but a shadow of remains.
Now,
She lies in rest, mingling with the ashes
Her soul remains seeking out her revenge.
