The horror of failures stops haunting you after a while Maybe /maybe not cause you won over it but it does yet every single time you write about it ,those flashes of agony can break you down , especially In solitude.
One morning I wake up to realise red and blue marks below her lips and eyes, As I ask her about it She looks and takes out her make up kit. I see her fix it with powder puff And tell me it is just her smudged makeup. That night when I was passing by her room I saw him drunk and knew her life was doomed, Cause she will wake up again with bruises With this man of smudged character.
"In the darkness again, slowly she'll fade A cursed child she was, they'd always said Bad luck and ominosity trapped in a body, through the years she bloomed, But they knew the truth about her, She was born to be doomed. " ~ rantings_of_a_distressed_soul