Her eyes so mysteriously brown draws unwanted attention.
Like a cobra she waits to strike,
Neutrality consumes her view as her victims are destroyed.
I tried to hold on to my sympathy,
Only to have it ripped from my arms.
Left to feel bittersweet.
Perception has been as dark as the night sky,
Feeling damaged and humiliated.
With no emotions left to show,
Just an impression of a mangled soul.
A toxic second hand emotion...
Yearning for isolation once again.
The silence fills her ears with natural melodies,
Falling again with a ward of malevolent spirits in the shadows.
Waiting patiently for a vulnerable opening,
A reverie has been sold and a hallucination remained.