I lurk in the dark corridors,
Absorbing the silence.
Often found stargazing,
Mastering the art of invisibility.
You won’t recognize me in daylight,
The rays hiding me behind an introvert,
Fading away slowly into the shadows.
I wait calmly, waiting for destruction.
I originated from ashes of hate,
Not particularly for someone but everyone instead.
The “good her” had always been weak,
I taught her to be alive when there’s nothing to breath.
I hate being in closed rooms yet it completes me,
Closing my eyes, I get surrounded by hundreds of faces,
Telling me million stories that ignite me from within.
Wearing a new face each day,I’m a monster of a phoenix.