Monalisa...........The art.
The art of destruction,
She was set to disfunction.
She played an instrument,
An instrumental part,
Meant to be her last.
In a life......
Living on the edge
In a life......
At the edge of knife
In a life......
Living on borrowed time
Monalisa.........The art,
The work of an artist.
The work of a saddist.
In one of her articles,
She drew circles.
An indication of her chase.
A never ending race.
A race against her shadow,
A race against herself.
In an article about her,
Her mind was always far.
Her vision blur.
Nursing an immortal scar.
In an article about her,
She expressed her desire.
A desire to feature,
Feature in a temple.
A temple of peace,
Just to feel the relief.
For her soul to ease,
And facilitate her release.
In a chain
Chains of burden
Worse than Bin Laden
She was yet to harden
Her emotions hightened
She set her self on fire
She burned in an entire
An entire empire
A gift from The Almighty
She stopped fighting
She ended it
Her precious life
She had........had enough😭😭
The art of destruction
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