Her sunken bloodshot eyes,
Seem to pull me into the depth,
The depth of the dug hole of sorrows,
That confine and choke her very being.

Her tear-stained cheeks,
Seem to drag me down and drown,
Drown me in the Acheron of her pains,
That burn every running vein.

Her cut, rough, burnt hands,
Seem to slap and break me,
Break the trust and crush the hopes,
That housed dreams which vanish in the mist.

As he says, "Pathetic girl,
Should have endured more,
Will get used to it,anyway."

All comebacks die in my throat,
Dreams crack in the back of my mind,
My heart, pumps raw acid now,
Wish air takes my breath away.

My heartbeat skips and stops,
And I feel like Her now,
Bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks and the hands,
Helpless, alone and numb,

For I am Her,
The sin and the sinner,
In the valley of pretentious saints,
And you too soon shall be,

Her.