Her deathly Disease

She craddles her tears
flashbacks of her childhood
she wants to be beautiful,
if only someway, she could.

She craddles her tears
and sits all alone
her mind an empty being
her tears her friend,
left out on her own.

She's frightened by many
frightened by her own desires
frightened by the girl she sees
her life, expires.

happiness and smiles
a personna of lies
as the blood drips
from her sore bleeding body
and yet, you can't hear her cries.

The girl in the mirror
with the cracks and the pain
around her outlooking eyes
the blood, the vein.

Pain like the feeling
of being ripped open
pain like the death wish
to be loved again.

She walks in the darkness
surpassing the demons
that follow close behind her
she walks, she walks
with nothing to concur.

And the music she hears
like a faint whisper or breeze
she drops the knife, as if it were some kind of deathly disease.