Emily

May 8, 2015

She tried to look away from her
stains
Of sorrows, sadness and despair
Overcome by the Dreary, the Encumbered
Little did she know
Her soul, rubbed raw, now laid
bare
And as her being seeped open
Hallowed demons awakened
Craving for sombre lifeless
emotion
An incessant pang arose unquenched
Awaiting to succumb to the appealing
wrath of retribution.