Trapped in a tartarean soul
Hidden behind her dark shadows
She sits inside a melancholic shroud
Filled with petals from a black rose.
Her tears form a bottomless pit
Her screams compose a haunting melody
Watching the world with misty eyes
She weaves a basket to hold her memories.
Slowly succumbing to her inner paralysis
She struggles to find a glow
But in the hollowness of her ruptured soul
A light shines from below.
Embracing the kaleidoscopic warmth
She feels like a free bird
Free to soar the skies and the world
She witnesses her heavenly rebirth.