she screams for all the bloodlust,
she'd never seen, but felt
and wept for all the silences
she couldn't bare herself.
bleeding recklessly-
her altrustic thoughts,
for innocence and apathy;
just never got along.
Counting the seconds,
but hours drag by,
born with perfect wings,
still she never learned to fly.
tears outline all the memories;
the sketching of endless pain,
she felt not only for herself
but everyone (in vain?).
The stars keep exploding,
world keeps spinning too,
nothing's ever right for her,
or me, or them or you.
and all the endless questioning,
( answers begging for more...)
the lust and pain insatiable,
but no one knows what they're for.
she lived and died in silence,
her message left untold-
she lived and died in a silence that
the world should have stopped and known. |
Submission Name: unquestioned haze
