In a filtered world
what you see
is not what is
Behind the clear eye
fires rage
and soot-cloaked soul
drowns in the ashes
of self-immolation
Knife on flesh
draws out pain
in blood
masking deeper hurt
of thought claws
rending heart
Shaken by storm-winds
of self-destruction
she lies tattered
praying for the sun.
what you see
is not what is
Behind the clear eye
fires rage
and soot-cloaked soul
drowns in the ashes
of self-immolation
Knife on flesh
draws out pain
in blood
masking deeper hurt
of thought claws
rending heart
Shaken by storm-winds
of self-destruction
she lies tattered
praying for the sun.
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