She says I want to dribble as much blood of my hatred ones as much I surge tears and it’s not two three drops but a deep sea
There is good girl gone bad,living in sins
and that turned her to malicious witch.
Her wretchedness was more visible when
she yelled for help but no one came.
She passes along with battalion of ravens
as sign of her grudge.
She likes the nude skeleton trees
dancing on whistling of warm breeze.
Loathe attitude of people living around her.
She smashes roses and plays with thorns.
She like the burning sky,barren fields and hollow streets.
Her brain fries when she look at couple loving.
Dastardly she bites instead of kissing.
People curse and taunt her but no one tries
to rationalize her pain.
Desiring was her weakness,
Now, she left all on fate and not athirst for any thing.
When it rains she prays for flood,
When the wind blows she calls for hurricane,
When clouds rumble she tries to seek tornado
and keep on saying,all I want to see these people die
as they buried me alive.
She knows when she will be on heaven’s gate
angel would say you don’t belong here
that means she is a girl from the hell.
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