The Fray.

Her heart longed for peace and greener pastures, Little did she know, this was just the start of the rapture. As life clawed at the edges of her soul, She felt herself fray, As she surrendered to the unknown- life's mundane shades of grey.


The Roots

Deep, dark, twisted and beautiful, Fictitious of the light, the truth and warmth, Roots burrowed throughout her soul, Infusing her with disdain, distrust and hate, An absence of light, she shed a tear as she accepted her fate. This was the world, and her life a part of the farce.