Eyes once glazed over with pupils dilated
As she finds a way to ease her anxious pain,
She runs away from the anguish laying in her bruised chest,
Enjoying, momentarily, the lack of darkness.
She slips up and falls hard on the cement,
Standing back up, bloodied and battered,
Against the setting sun;
Her smile still placed, however hollow.
She reaches in her coat and pulls out a lighter
And a cigarette, both reflecting dimly off the leather
As she walks to nowhere in particular,
Her home not a home anymore, merely a cold house.
She takes in a deep breath of pale smoke,
Loving the rush as it gallops throughout her veins,
Twilight approaches fast, the only light in her life
Aside from a love she clings to so desperately.
Her heels click against the ground,
An empty sound amongst a screaming silence,
Leading her to her darkened mind
And tortured, dangerous thoughts.
