Wednesday

With my eyes closed, I look into the distance,
Where the night is mad and burns with cold resistance.
No pity left — it’s forged in steel,
Pain and tears define the way she feels.

There are dark chapters in every line,
You can’t hide truth behind a smiling sign.
Daughter of the dark — sister of pain,
A sharper truth you can’t explain.

Image of a loner, tragic and cold,
Ascetic gothic — her story is told.
A piercing gaze, detached, severe,
That’s the beauty that chills with fear.

Emotions are weakness — that’s her rule,
Arrogance flows, quiet and cool.
Not a monster — evolution’s art,
Life is a gamble, played with a darkened heart,
And every judgment — a personal execution,
A final verdict, a silent conclusion.

Darkness is air — her element whole,
Raven her guide, her animal soul.
Black tears fall — a silent flight,
Crows in the sky, devouring night.

Surrounded by creatures — yetis, sirens, and more,
Flattery dies at her very core.
Only fragments live where her world once grew,
And “The Thing” is the half she holds true.