My purpose

I was born when the clock struck twelve.

Stuck in the midst of ceramic white walls.

I was born to be a flame of hope,

A flicker of light a jolt of happiness,

I turned out to be a black hole.

A beacon of darkness,a ball of sadness,

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Princess of misery and the queen of madness.

I was born to educate to spread knowledge,

Yet I argued with nature I bent the rules.

Now my ghost cries in the pool of my own blood.

Bound by the chains of grief, sins and crime.

The chains bind around my legs and crunch my bones.

I was born to be a dove ,I was born to spread peace and love.

Instead i haunt the cities like a deadly disease.