The Empress

The impartial hearts of strangers sigh,
At the burning sight of such unpleasantness.
The deepened scars are tragic as demise ensues,
To claim your mind, such an irrevocable mess.

You utter empty, blank and insipid words,
Standing alone as the timeline shifts.
Dragged through the dirt, your soul expired,
Darling you wear the hurt so well on your lips.