Unyielding, familiar walls,
hostile.
A damp cloth, wet.
Dyed in red.
The air, stale, still,
Witness, to a defeated battle.

It seemed calm.
Eerie, quiet.
Unsettling, like her
drowning heart.
its thud slowly fading out.
Chaos had won, she gave in.

This was a first,
more like the last.
Her King was dead,
it was her turn now.
She stood staring at the furnace.
The one which burned
him down.

It did'nt matter.
Not anymore.
Just a little further.
Slicing her skin deeper.
She thought she'd make it home.

He, was home

Dear child. tucked in safety
of Morpheus's arms,
tell sweet sleep, I said "hi".
Been long since we've crossed paths
tell her, i' m willing to amend out past.
Tired and weary, restless
all night.
I' m thinking its time we met
and
made things right

Looking back, i realise i fell
not for those boy next door looks
nor for the smooth words,
it was for the little things he did,
little things that showed he cared,
little things that stole my breath
and left me asking for more.
It just struck me hard, counting stars,
i almost lost my moon

Its 11:11,
I close my eyes,
wishing your presence by my side
Holding in my tears,
tried a feeble smile,
I hope for miracles
That constantly happen
to evade my eye.