She offers smiles to strange faces
Shakes the hands and gives warm embrace
To those who've yet not the opportunity to cause

Such searing pain from flesh to mind
A weakened cry within a tortured spirit
That pierces the hearts of those who still ache

Holding out imaginary hands just to watch
As she collapses trying to reach out
Grasping at dying breaths that keep escaping

Into the space that seems so hollow
But it holds everything, you know
As tattoos on virgin flesh stay forever

So do those whispered secrets and unheard lies
Tears in the wind soak distant lingering auras
And wasted breath feeds jaded intellects

As emotion fills the veins with rushes of blood
So are streets filled with rushing bodies and machines
And she learns that if it doesn't travel, it doesn't exist

So she moves from this to that, trying to learn
What magical force keeps it all spinning ‘round?
It's inside her head with infectious ideas

Beating at her skull until her mouth is forced open
Jumbled words pouring out in bawl
And she is emptied onto the pavement below

A crowd stands horrified as her esteem lays naked
Her skin warms as the chill is expelled
It's been so cold since she stopped caring

Now she's offering nothing to the strange faces
That have become gaping jaws, and bulging eyes
In facial cavities that hold no empathy

She's quieted in the stillness that surrounds her
As her last shivering cries bounce back and forth in oblivion
She's a malformed fetus in a concrete womb

THE END

 

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