Mulberry secrets of the blueberry picker...

snowflakes on sand,
lingering dreams,
wall flower's last walk,
hand in hand!

the blueberry picker,
ate more than she could possibly, pick.
her fingers tangled with
the sticky blue spell
made her rapt and
she was about to lick..........

the story has ended.dont ask me to go on.
yet i choose to tell u...

they chased her like coyotes,
she ran n ran n ran,
they ran behind.
she fell,on the rubble
they still ran,
to get the "fallen her".

she cringed,
mulberry blood,oozed from
deep within her....
blood of innocence
blood of despair
blood of anguish
blood of hatred...
she bled,bled
and bled...until there was no more to bleed.

mesmerized by her state,
the wilderness cursed her fate,
even the cusp mocked at her,
shouted at her for being so beautiful.
for surrendering herself
as a human's tool....

their words crawlin on her skin,
she was blamed,blamed for being sacrificed,
blamed for giving way to sin
she had been wasted,cnquered and yet,
....wasted away
there's nothing left of her....
not even the pride of being a mother...

they tore her,relished her
entered her,wasted her,
took away every bit of her,
even her faith!
she was lilith-
the "broken"daughter
of the night and darkness.

their paevan rose her to her senses.
she was yearning to die.
to hide her mulberry secrets.
she had been the prey...
it had coloured her life
in every shades of gray.
torn into pieces
by a joke called-humanity
she had lost belief in integrity.
her ashes gathered in whirling shapes
against the,once..."star-spangled"sky...
leaving behind a mark of their--sacrilege.


she returned,armoured by her lost innocence

----this was written after a prolonged thought
triggered by dream theatre's "through her eyes".