Black lie!

The sun was shine of death for her… she never tried to face the sky, epoch was the adversary that kept on passeth by… mirror she hated as she wanted to live with a lie.

Dead beat pale skin of hers, white ugly flesh… green aged eyes with no picture to blush. Torn lips burned with cigarettes… but that smile is still beautiful like her old secrets. Hideous grey dress her body kept wearing… day after day she suffered death that there will be no more suffering.

Breathing under wood with no more hopes of good… that rage was intolerable when she burned the holy books. She was living with the pieces of her little peace… admiring her beauty which was no more than lifeless leaves.  The eternal wait of salvation was terrible… she wanted to sleep for forever that she wasn’t able.

Life was the picture of a dull sky… night when she sleeps and sun when she cries. Dark gave her relief when she doesn’t need to crave… light was the misfortune, proves her no more brave.  She stood under moon hoping she will shine… but miserable it looked when she faces the reality in no time. But she was beautiful in her own; this might be the wrong time… and told the stars that you were never really mine.

The white beautiful dress she praised daily… in hope of wearing again at the church with her love Bily.  “Kate you look so beautiful” words she haven’t heard from ages… cried she on the grave giving flowers of roses.

Plants were dead, her garden was black… books were her passion, now houses for spider webs. Air was stale of her room full of bareness…she was the only one who still loves it with madness.

One day she cried, realization after years… mirror was the crime, for which she always had fears. She was the beauty queen, she dreamed that night… making millions mad, only for her one sight. She slept with the peace, which was never there… she ends on her beloved bed, which was gifted by the mayor.  

Sun is no more death for her grave… she now smiles and show she is brave