Washed Way Out

by k i k i   Sep 2, 2005


Black mask, hiding all that there is to see,
Following the eyes of a broken girl.
Loneliness and tears fall,
Poison washing down her way out.
Messed up, stumbling,
Trying to find stable ground.

A wall that must be climbed,
Tall and unbreakable.
Fears that must be conquered,
Scars that should to be closed, for superior.
Straight lines going absent,
Ascending into the unknown.

Confused and wearily crying,
Worried about the future, whatâ??s to come?
Asking me to stay, to help you out,
Scared that it will happen.
Next step, not so lucky,
Help. Help. Dead.

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