Monotonous Night

The clock ticked to five past six,
A maiden arose from the cringes of the dark,
The sun lit her bare back,
Fading the memories of a monotonous night.

Her feet rested on cold stone,
As she draped around some fine silk,
Walking stiffly into a room,
Where water sanitized her soul.

Her damp body confronted a mirror,
A droplet sneaked out of her curl,
A thoughtless mind, an expressionless face,
Now she wondered who she was before.

A thug of the door broke her thought,
Inquisitive, moist eyes drifted to check,
They saw crisp paper flung on a frozen bed,
The maiden sighed for her heart died another a slow death.


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