The Canister

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.