Tiny drops of poisoned rain are melting away the stress,
Here am I, a forgotten bride, in a bloodstained, dirty dress,
I now stand up to face this empty glass mirror,
No one looking back at me, except my sheer terror,
The monsters lurked around every single corner,
I stood motionless and yet no breath came to order,
So I blinked my eyes, yet only lifeless tears came,
As I pulled my veil down over, just to cover up the shame,
Alone am I, in this blackened realm in the neverlands,
Inside my mind, and in my drenched gown, I now stand,
Waiting endlessly for a change and a sudden rescue,
But no one appears; I disappear into the night, just like you.
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