Empty little vessel
Sad twisted little thing...
There is a fire
inside my stomach...
Bright and sparkling eyes,
Mesmerizing, like little fire flies...
When I see the hashtag 'single mom' on my best...
Facebook status, I can't see how cute the kid is...
An End
Standing high upon this edge...
Was there ever any question of how much i could...
Is there anybody out there.. is anybody listening...
Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...
Of ashes and soil
of flesh and bone...
Burning into the flesh of innocence,
Are the words a child is lead to believe...
I looked in the mirror but I can't find myself
What was staring back was a broken soul...
I sit and ponder why it's so hard
for me to say goodbye...
2015-01-05 04:00
Through her dance, she enslaved us...