The Found Soul
As a drop of blood slides down her cheek
Emerging from the corner of her eye
Finding a way out of her dark smudged eyes,
Reminded her of the times too dark.
As she slipped into her thoughts,
She felt the rapid increase in her tears so red
The torments she had bodied themself in front of her
With an image of horror & scare
Not being able to wipe the stains of past
Not being able to heal her present,
She further slipped into her deepening thoughts,
As the blood continued to shed.
She was turning red, all drenched and immersed,
As if she was taken to a slaughter room
To slice her soul into further pieces.
To escape from the petrifying visuals,
She shut her eyes to muscle tense,
Only to see a girl screaming in pain holding her body tight.
She was pleading her body to help her affix,
So that she can get back to life,
She saw her soul detached from matter,
And not willing to forgive & unite!
Crossing the cries she hears a tune,
The tune of a healing vibe.
As she further clips herself to the music,
She gets astonished to what she realise.
She gains back her consciousness, opens her eyes,
It was her own soul snivelling, She saw her own demise.
Not happy with the world inside her,
She decides to let it all go,
She chose her life over death,
Pitched writing in sync with her soul.