She Fades

A silent figure,rowed in the dark,
It had no lust for the silver moon.
Just the pain of a burning scar,
she wished it would die soon.

Veiled in purple and gold,
everyday,herself she sold.
And never had she felt that pain,
and never had she felt so sane.

But one day,someone gazed in her eyes,
there was a bird, in those morbid skies.
A free bird,exploring her,mind,
a free bird,what did it find?

It flew away from the grey skies,
it flew away, to where the ocean dries.
It rained and rained,till the clouds ran dry,
blue again,was her gray sky.

Still waiting for that bird,reality she evades,
still waiting for that bird,everyday she fades.