Abstract of the Inner Core by Katrina

Gentle breeze from afar
Knocked on the door
Blasphemous echo
Stabbed the heart
Of the beholder
Mystery of an abstract
Painted in its inner core
Leads one to a gate
One would not dare enter
Every inch of her
Is swallowed tremendously
The smell of the weakening grease
Wafted all over
Exuding the heat scorching
Over the crust entirely
Darkest of tears streaked the faces
Of the brutal
Against the odds,
The one downed
Felt the bliss
Beginning of the thrill
Coming forth
Stepping out of the hallway
Flowing with impure blood
The night belongs to the one
With the crown of triumph
The dilemma is buried
Underneath the swamp.