Casting the mess because normality is not her thing

that's not how she was supposed to catch the flying fling,

She draws the straight lines every time when a circle pleases her

rotate the piece she was instructed but those red-dots of straights made it blur,

The way blue waves torment every men when they look in her eyes

The corner of the rooftop view sees the ocean beneath them every time she cries,

Screams! stars heard; fell apart in her feet

a white light created to show her the way when she walks in the street,

Caressing the tattooed scars closely with the nails

very tormented devils then captured themselves to jails,

She simply water the flowers with the blood of her vain

which only ponders when she locks her smile to the rain,

She kept those flowers in her pocket

the stone from her grave in that pearled locket,

Stay away with the hues of black that's what they said;

so she choose to paint them grey

those very proud predators left the city when she showed her face and said

Will be their prey,

Nothing comes forward but her dream captives in between

She ever had one?

Yes!

They knew it?

Yes!

What they did then?

Left the city.

If I killed someone for you- Alec Benjamin