She had the most beautiful eyes.
But she carried a darkness in her cell, behind the decay of rusted bars and cement floors...
The wars had been branded into her mind,
slept with her soul,
and haunted her even in the warmest of moments.
Internally, her refuge was lost.
The rays that once shown brightly through those eyes,
and that smile...
now only emanate a faint glimmer,
a flicker to feed her waking dreams.
Those eyes captured what it means to be happy.
What it means to carry hope like it's the one thing that matters in this life,
and what it means to love with every bone in your body.
Those eyes she was blessed with,...
showed you everything she wanted you to believe.
Her eyes were her weapon.
... a camoflauge for the war that waged violently inside.
For her, the eyes she was given kept her alive.
Saved her, from the day she would lose the war.
You see, defeat was not in her nature.
So she kept her fragile soul locked away...