Death Escape
Her dismayed soul bleed out the venom of memories
Through her tears, falling down ashes
Scorched by assumptions, her false hypothesis
Left her into the world of darkness.
The belief, it becomes her forever draft;
Her story be proven, a work of craft.
Again and again, the story circumpassed
Haunting delusion followed her everywhere;
Her dream, transformed to nightmare,
To die, the only thing she had at last.
Just like a naked chrysalis, unmorphed.
She died, leaving her insane desire dismantled
Behind a corpse, an abandoned story.
- Ishika Jain
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