Angel voices imitate a devil’s tone
Everything is hostile
Even the drinking water, she is afraid
Maybe be poisoned
She don’t try to hide the puffiness
Of her cried out eyes
People pretend not to care for her tears
Even if they care they pretend not to see
They are playing blind in a world
That is already filled with darkness
She wanders around in the desert
See a tree at the distance
She crawls towards it
Dragging her blistered legs
A tree that is scantly dressed
With a few leaves for the sake of pride
She leans against the tree
It was too late, by the time she realized
The tree barks were full of thorns
As she pulled away
It had already bruised her skin
The pain was unbelievable
All she could think about was the pain
One way it was a blessing for her
A few minutes of escape from the mental maim
A few minutes away from the sins those haunt her
A few minutes of oblivion, a true bliss in her life
