Memory Lane
As I walk down this street through memory lane
I see a shadow of a soul that was filled with pain
I see wings that are meant to fly
Misery in her eyes
A raw sick poison that is her life
Disease, but of the mind
All i feel is numbness as i look up at the sunny sky
As her long hair brittles in the wind
Heavy tear's that fill her eyes
Distorted images of perfection that fill her mind
Sulken cheek bones
Tell the story of her lies
As her fists clunch harder than an angry storm in the rain
Streams of sorry rushing down her face
The rocks beneath her feet
Tred carefully on her weak feet
Fragile bones that tell her
Just eat
As she ties back her brittle locks
Puts on her favoruite frock
She finds comfort within the food
That is her rock
Exhausted on the floor
Palpations that roar
She reaches to swallow the deadily pills
Just once more ...
I saw the devil that day in my eyes
I must fight
I must survive
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