A smile painted deceptively on her face.
Her feet and her heart keeping up pace,
As she makes her walk through all the masses
Towards the alter of sacrifice where everything passes,
Towards the wedded existence of flowers and fires.
Her tears pouring out her dreams and desires,
Shreds of hope and all that other mess
Leaving nothing inside but this hollowness.
Accepting a half-life of contentment,
Holding no one in hatred or any resentment.
In hands of faith she’d placed her world
Since the knots in her mind had uncurled.
Now she has decided to do the right thing,
Being better than selfishness and then upsetting
Everyone, everything and every being
That she had ever loved.
