Woven by sunsets
She sharpens her claws
To take revenge on unknown
To prove her ability to storm.
Broken charade of her life
Concealed under glance of her beauty
A beauty that soon be fading fast
Turning to skeletons into bare bones.
I wish she had fester feeling
To see high seas or starry nights
The lone pathways of her mind
Wish could whisper in her pains
The advents of some new dawns.
Her claws are sharp
Her teeth are blood soaked
She would never command
A chilling call for intimacy.
Only the empty ego
And her awakenings
Will rule over her stubbornness
And all her artless meanderings
Will end in weird wilderness.
