MAYHEM

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.
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