a day
here morning light caving in those breathless night second guessing to put up a fight thought nothing comes out bright there afternoon strike filling her soul with spike even if the red fades out still the past remains a blackout next in the evening already frail in between feeling oh she thought she's whining and so she wants to keep on winning then the night comes knocking the ache she conceals is petrifying all she hears is people screaming wanting more and more than she's giving she accompanies the owl consequently she is very sure feeling lonely many claimed love her dearly but they never are in her reach sadly dew drops smell so watery the pools in her eyes made her dreary to feel normal eating up all dairy none is done to wipe off the misery the cycle is almost complete though she knows she has to compete coping with the monster living within so does her innocence wearing thin.