A Living Universe

She writes to escape the foolish reality,

With poisoned ink that speaks 'bout cruelty;

She loves the feeling and she's into it;

Eating her state of mind bit by bit.

Chaos is the weapon in her heart,

Yet she'd created wonderful pieces of Art;

Dark as the midnight sky is the color of her soul;

But there's a Universe inside of her waiting to unfold.

She's a Universe-- full of mysteries,

But inside her is full of catastrophes;

Yet she has gone so magical-- so exceptional;

She's got infinite wisdom-- she's purely magical.

A kind of chaos that turned into Art,

A living being with a gold-plated heart;

Darkness is what she sees beauty;

But her onyx eyes speak to you-- universally.

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