she is marked.
Her name is shame
her psyche will taunt,
taunt and haunt
your trying mind,
your sought world.
Pained, distorted,
ugly face,
she fails to shine,
you say love
she argues repulsive,
repulsive.
Not skin or flesh
or character entire
but infected heart,
don�t set your clock
to her fading pulse.
Clear the fields wide
the minefield vowed
resolved to shatter
your direction
from entering the assault
of her explosive world.
She sits alone
alone in her heritage
her shadow
her nomadic ebony hell.
