I wonder over her fate,
Over concept of love and hate,
Over blazing tears down her eyes.
Devoid of truth; mere lies.
Tainted is every morsel of her flesh,
Eye to some pitious is hellish.
Vanity in her veins; dissolved .
Enslaved to it, she can\'t be marred.
Indifferent to the world ,
Like smoke to the stove.
No reality in her art,
So corrupted is her heart.
©I.K. Turk