T.C.D. (To celebrate defeat)

 

She stood, vacantly she stood

Staring at her mind

Confused, amidst a rainy avenues

Romanticise

Destroyed by the means

But who is there to teach?

To celebrate defeat

Are you good,

Or just breathing time away

When efforts of the soul

Leeches on a day

Understood?

No room for your mistakes

Got a blade wielding hand

While the head yields the hate

Like the heart feeds the pain