Diana M. from Dissociation by Kalpa

Stop gazing. Look deeper.
Her eyes demand your attention.
She talks about roamers, nobodies.
All so vital to her as she calls them.
Blanked by her peers, she makes up for them.
She walks those streets with bonds in her veins.
Sells her body as shield to the broken.
As the vessel for hate she thinks she is.
Diana Miteva.
Washed by alcohol to an easy sleep.
You beg for my care, but rest assured..
Your story will live bright in my screams.
Bright on those streets, bright in my dreams.
Drowned by indifference. Oh, what's left for her? Now, watch. She's...
Passing out again and again.
All she sees a blur, all she sees dead.
Dead.

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