Her Heart is a Wasteland

She wanders the streets alone Staring through the deepest shadows Finding solace in her solitude She questions whether the shadows Rival the blackness suffocating her heart Tendrils of onyx hair dance in the gentle wind Caressing her tear-stained face Offering the soft, deliberate touch As if from a sympathetic lover's hands She contemplates her barren soul An arid terrain Devoid of emotion and stripped of humanity Unrepentant eyes drift to the night sky Betraying her unspoken pleas for mercy It is granted as she fades into the night Ferratilis atrum Bound in chains of darkness