Back into the dead..

As the sun sets..
The golden drop melts into the dead still of the sea..
And as the stars suck the infinite’s blue ..
Her corpse surfaces out with stoic tides..

A dagger forced through where her heart must be..
Holds lose..for the cavity stands hollow..
And maybe the assassin did not know..
Hence no blood touches air.. The wrong place..A very wrong hit..

Thrown out on the shore.. She drowns into the grains of sand..
A façade rises from where her body must have surrendered..
Her ashes sprayed across with still winds on an even ashen land..
She walks through her grave..By her tombstone.. Bared..With bleeding hands..

She looks out .. Looks inside..And closes her eyes..They sting..
It’s weird.. How it feels when you feel nobody else can feel you…
And how it refuses to heal..Even when you have everything ever needed to cure you..
So she closes her eyes..Her lashes of thorns.. She’s blind now..

Her eyes bleed with dreams..
Dreams of happiness in shape of whispers..
Pouring out orphaned like milk from a widows childless breasts..
Praying for a parasite to suck off her red ..For white now stings..

She is stripped to nothing..
And it hurts how she does not care..
She walks around naked..
Soulless anyway.. Her stained flesh now bare..

She wishes to fall down…
So hard ..with no one to hold..
She prays each night..
So that she never sees a new tomorrow..

And hence each day as she opens her lashes..
And makes way for the sun..
She curses herself .. Cursing the bed..
A failed pyre which refuses to burn..

It is senseless..
She knows nothing about why it should pain..
Though she fears death wouldn’t be the end..
And this holds her.. Till she hopes it explains..

Maybe you’d return..
Maybe you’d bring back life..
But till then.. She’ll lie raped..
This corpse forced to survive..