Replaced with Empty.

In the still darkness, there is just one breath, one body, one face , one mind.

All she feels is the numbness that is herself.

Where did they all go?

What all did she do to make you vanish?

Will you ever come back around?

Maybe so or maybe never.

Maybe things are better like this.

Maybe this is her destiny.

It seems even with the crowds & the noise, she cannot discover a feeling of completeness, a sense of belonging, a name all her very own.

Chocolate eyes soon mimic the color of rubies, with everdripping diamonds falling to the pavement.

She's often the looker, not the looked at.

The wisher, the dreamer, hoping that the rain will make its hasty exit & the sun arrives to take its place.

Instead, she spent moment after moment, compensating the anguished & bruised heart by pretending that she is mere iron that is impenetrable & immalleable.

She becomes almost heartless towards all living & dying, destruction burnt into her peripheral vision, evil igniting her spirit.

But underneath the self-molded shield lies a plushy medley of fluff, yearning for love, even if for a little while. 

This softness often worries that she is only one sided & forgettable, never achieving the reaction that she desires, despite flipping the methods & attitude.

So, until some rescue light shines down in her direction, she just hides inside of herself, walking through the remnants that are her life.

Continuous blocking out of the words that is happy, that is good, that is all that she will never be.