She was a survivor in a world where happiness is obsolete in the presence of beauty

Where different colored chameleon hide in plane site listening to your every word

Doubt sharpens its claws in in the darkness of her fear

She was a survivor

Fighting her own imagination persuading her mind that love wasn’t wrong

Men wore the carcasses of flesh eating daemons that masked the smell of death as they smiled and walked by 

She was cased outside by the very womb that created her, in a never ending fight which consumed her hatred in to anger

Her muscles kicked into over drive leaving the heart on autopilot and the mind in rest mode

Her tears ran out of stock for the reserves she had depleted

She was a survivor

 

 Where common minded people followed blindly the beliefs of others whose mind drown in their own sorrow

Smiles infected by the picture of perfection

Discrimination became the presences of divinity,

Shoplifting for masks that would entitle her an identity

Drifting between two words that hung on her solders criticizing her intentions that reflect off the empty built casing that danced alone in the search for freedom

Nails sang the songs of sirens to attract lost souls

She was a survivor

 

Her voice held captive by thoughts that lingers in the past

Broken glass that never reviled her true self

Knuckles bled

Tiptoeing across the emptiness of her conscience not wanting to wake the senses

Yet she knew that the heart follows the truth

No matter how much destructions laid in her wake that aroused that heart

As the footsteps of society gave way to her demise remising on the belief of one day,

Empty

 Coffins tied to her waste pulling her towers the past, but she stood fighting gravity to stay grounded not to fade in time

She was a survivor.