All sozzled she dropped on her bed,
The music surged in her ears louder than it was suppose to be,
The lights were savagely radiant than they were meant to be,
She looked on the roof,
To stop the spinning world.
The aura hit her hard,
And she tried to gain her senses back.
It worked a little,
She heard a whiskey lullaby, it soothed her soul...
She was under a sky where the night walked down with the moon in her hand..
She was in a bright darkness which was better than this dark world..
She was swaying to the rhythm her heart played
Everything seemed bright and sparkling.
The wind asked her the reason of her state..
And all she could murmur was "devastation is synonymous to my fate"
She was carrying a burden in her chest which was heavier than any sin..
She was filled with emotions of loss which was bigger than any grim !
The wind mocked at her face and whispered "look up, loose yourself..let me carry you to a new vista"
And she let herself free, for the wind to carry her......
