• _s_h_r_e_y_a_ 10w


    He saw her as his possession
    Drained out the light from her eyes
    Took away all her gladness
    He made her become the darkness of her own life
    For her the world become the bedlam
    The bedlam where pain reigned and hope was non existent
    But all she could do was remain silent
    Virtually present but her soul and heart lost somewhere
    Now when people face her
    They watch the Mayhem in its true self.