A Fraid Tale

The times that was being contemplated in her dreams was eroding,

Reality was bleeding in the soul that was caged…

“Hold me tight, don’t wake me up”, she screamed in the vacuum,

But the fangs of truth was hurting, the sedation of lies was evading her,

She was fighting her worst enemy, her Self that was created on lies,

Beautiful yet deadly, Silent yet poisoned,

She was selling her to the Self, which made her soul indebted.

It had given her orgasms, that was as hollow as her soul,

Never ever realizing she was twirling in the abyss.

Winding and rewinding in the transactions,

She had become a product on display.  

Selling her to Self, selling the life,

She was being comforted in the lies of silence,

But it had to end, the time had to sieve in the reality,

Now she was realizing the lies of her Self.

It had tormented her badly; it had made her weak.

Never had she thought, it would strangle her into the darkness,

Never had she thought, it would throw her in the emptiness…

Holding on to her last breath, she had a fraid tale to tell.