Her Mind.

Their all fake...
She glances around herself...
Her mind bank.
Her stare unforgettable...

They KNOW...
They don't...

Dancing on an imposable high.
So far-out she's touching the sky.

Unforgivable, meaningless chatter.
Madder than the maddest Mad Hatter.

Vodka starting on piercing her shredded lips...
As some stranger encircles her soft tender hips.

Bells shall ring in her ears tomorrow
But for tonight should we live on borrowed time?

She grows dark...
She grows faint...
All but lost yet for her Tank.

Lost in a daze,
Yet her world; barely phased.
All amazed at how shes survived...