Steps withered
felt nothing but
sinister cold,
spicules mocking
through wounds
striving for blood
as she dancing
in the wicked world
demon eyes
maltreats her flesh,
soul that shattered
million times
evince in thoughts
for lend robustness
to rise once again
she isn't bleeding
in the ruined flesh,
she is a vagabond
bleeding through
her melodies to -
offer a ray of light for
the siblings who may
taste the torments
in the world of wickedness.
© vichus