This poem is dedicated to my friend from Saudi Arabia Hiba,..she can remain herself even in such country...i admire her so here is ma poem Enjoy


To Hiba
In the forest of the dying
Covering a tiny spot
A bleeding girl was lying
Choking with her sobs

neither beauty of the nature
Nor the darkness of the sky
Saw that dying creature
Blinded by her cries.

In headphones Evanescence"Tourniquet"
In hand un petit bouqet
Of gourgeous blackened roses
Trimmimg on her robe.

She ran away from everything
From world,from friends,from pain
And tried to notice nothing,
But bitter obscene stain
Enclosed into her sufferings of soal her turning lame.

She could live like that no more
With tears cried for every day
And people covered all with vain
Tearing her mind off her.

"I want to die!" So cries she out

And she heard and echoe
Running with the wind
"You can live no doubt,
But the question is
Do you want to do it
Or you'd better leave the crowd
And go rest in crypt"

Where from this voice was coming
Light and grim at once?
The she saw a girl approaching
Gazing at her down.
Yet it was a demon,looking like a girl
And the hell turned heaven,or at least to swamp.

And the demon's eyes were blazing
Penetrating her
Suking out hope betreaying
Reaching all the deepest pit of her.

"Are u ready?Go and fight!
For yourself?Yes!for urself
Not for ur life,but for ur soal!
Or u'd better go and humble,compromising all?"

Said the demon"Nevermore"
And the girl repeated,lifting up her head
"Never will again i suffer from the cruel world around"
Said the demon"Nevermore"

Yet her spirits rising,crawling inside her
She could loose the stropes which inprisoned her
She would breake the chains and be free
She would breathe the air,listen to the trees
And the endless life would finish
After she killd pain which teased.

Yes!Now she was cruel,heartless,tainted,cursed
And beyong calm mask rested
Flaming grave of her dead thought

She could do whatever,her obscure soal would wish
Now she was free from everything:
From pain,from love,from thoughts,from long dreamless nights..
Yes she would go and kill her cry and wont let it linger in her chest.
She could just put on the dome of jester's crest
But she d remain untouched
Untouched from all...

She wished to die,she died
Yet she's alive
Alive like dead
And dead alive
She'd wander Earth
She'd bring the gloomy days
Upon the world

Freedom of them all....
Freedom...free....
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