Heart Rot

Her face shining
Penetrate the heart indentation
Long hair
Decomposes, jet black
Her smile was sweet
Comely body lean …
All looks beautiful
Graceful movements
Gentle speech

When realized
All pretense
Heart rot
Dignity trample anyone
Whatever will be thrown
Her voice boomed
Whoever becomes the target

I locked my Ears
Pretend my eyes blind
I whispered to myself
Devil needs to be understood
Not the devil
Humans be demon
Her voice kill all sound
Though eventually
She smiles ..
Full of falsehood.#

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