realization of a friend.

she engrossed every limelight;

and one appeared to be lunatic;

but poor a little girl,

could not find her way

back from where she belong.

she lit up a candle,

and was forced to shut her eyes.

she practiced demon cults;

that shivered her way to the end.

such were the exploits of the three mighty men,

she claimed to herself;

and to those who doubted her,

would never breathe air again

but to breathe the wicked soil of vanity.

as she struggled herself

she will bear her mighty wrath;

when she found herself in a box,

speechless― only she could easily accomplished.

but as for them,

they pillaged, plundered and stripped.

must she thought her way,

wouldn't change the fact

she is now a filth on mental wise

when the clock stop ticking,

that she is now gone.

p/s: that picture above there, i do not own it. it's from the website Deviant-art :)