These thoughts will over throw her will
the only will that counts
to live free beyond the borders of our hearts
to fly by the wings of imagination
and to feel as though
our life meant something more
damaged by the lies told so well
released a side of herself
she never knew
knew that world made up
of her own kind
would be the ones
to make her think
its alright to feel
feel as she does
and not say a word
to bring up this kind of sickness
is a disgraced
unable to control yourself
is a sin she does well
expressing herself through
a cherry red paint
found by a touch
of glass to the skin
she finds herself at the burial
quicker than a god would have thought
and in silence the devil laid her to rest
with a whisper,
"your life meant nothing more than death."
