Pray
scattered blue on the floor
broken lives knocking at her door
they were chased away by here fears
which quickly turned into tears
praying to a god she didn't believe in
just so she might survive long enough not to
then she slammed inside out
now floating up
stuck on the ceiling .... starring at the mess she made
watching her crimson rivers flow
wishing she could take it back
but only just about a half
to feel, to breath, to never need
and to always be numb
then scattered back into reality
what a shock
but still there is that shattered blue
broken lives screaming in her ears
a never ending parade of tears
so she prayed to a god she will never believe in
just trying to catch a little hope
because her crimson rivers could no longer flow
a prisoner of her own creation
shattered back in
just wanting to be numb again
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