I dare not to ask where the rage in her subsides

with all those emotions

that she wears 

Like a bracelet of melancholy,

But as dull as one would suppose it looks

It shines on her

Like a refined diamond.

It reminds me of her

A soul like an emerald 

That time to time keeps cutting off

Parts of itself

Not realising that it's beauty is immeasurable.

But with every little slice she chooses to cut

She becomes a finer, sharper

Version of the herself

She becomes someone

Who withholds the sadness 

That the universe dropped in her lap

And she becomes the raging storm

that walks during the course of an apocalypse.

She smiles to flowers

While silently humming to tunes of 

lana telling her how 

Hope is a dangerous thing.

her battle echoes 

Within the dark paradise of 

The absolute unknown 

And I watch as so subtly

She reforms herself

Into the finest diamond

i had ever laid my eyes on