A crisp in leaves
Air full of grief
Its hard to breathe
Rope ted to tree
The view hard to see
The skull, the bones
Is the soul present or gone?
Is it the one with white wings or red horns
“I think its quite obvious”,
The devil whispers
The cleared rumours
About the forrest
Its her last august
Last season
God’s favourite angel, this cruel one
Sound of blood
On the crisps on floor
“What did she do” she asks to deserve this
from the devil masked
SHE smirks
N connects HER red eyes with her
More like connects her world with fear
That smirk fades
From the floor, lifting blades
Sensitive skin
Touched by blade’s pin
SHE starts writing HER name
She notices its the same
As her own
The forced shut eyes slowly open
She sees nothing but a mirror
Out of her own, jaw on the floor
She saw herself fainted
Bluish, yellow, and tainted
Ten seconds go by
N she sighs
The rumours were not lies
Another soul in the lorest
But SHE aint feeling trapped
Doesnt feel like a guest
Among the other souls lost
The kingdom’s expanded
The wind blows
Nothing else those souls demanded
Here the numbness grows
The only question
All of them having in their minds
who were then, devils or humans
Or maybe that’s what they are, no more blind The mirror, soul, devil, human mind.
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