Day in and day out
zombies at her feet
she joins ranks
flesh rotting from bone
she comes from a broken home
family disowned
dirty, alone
seeing through filth tinted glasses
every breath is dramatic
the echoes...tragic
cutting of flesh
some desperate attempt
hours of superficial painting of skin
quite a deadly smile
she perfects in the end
dancing aimlessly
a masquerade gypsy
beneath a half moon of the fall
spinning circles of madness
pain and deceit
she vicariously spins out of control
living life on a merry go round
her visions are fleeting
distorted and loud
hanging onto a hollow painted plastic elephant
trying desperately to focus on the crowd
explosions of light
filling her eyes with wonder
she loses grip
she's going under
lying in the mud, broken and dizzy
as heels and toes dig into her concrete skin
fissures and chips in the stone of her being
she must do what she is deathly afraid of
a whispery child like voice fills the air...
"help...help...help...me..."
no one can hear, for the fear in her voice
it turns into her mantra
she shouts it louder
insecurities eat into her skin
millions of maggots
each telling of her sins
as she lies trampled and dying
alone in a crowd
a hand reaches down
gripping a fistful of blackened locks
pulling her up as she yells out in pain
no one said it was easy
to claw out of your grave
but with each scream, you gain
close to the surface
she feels the warmth
the drummer in her chest
starts to play
there are strings being plucked in her soul
she fears this journey
thoughts running ramped
the surface
she is afraid to break
for she has been down
underground for so long
and this sunlight
might make her blind~
