This kid is fighting for her life
In the middle of the night
So she might have a try
At her own lightless fight
The darkness will suffocate her
Beneath never-ending folds
But she goes on her own terms
Despite the shadows & ghosts
She waits for dawn's edge
Some steel sunny ledge
That might offer her another escape
Grey to replace a painful wedge
Of fatty cake
Cold fingers shake her awake
An icy grip on her frame
So she might never find a way
To escape death's plague
One day this kid might try
To live, and from her hands you'll never pry
Her scattered, withered soul
She forgets why as the days pass by.
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
