i hold a high regard for human life
so believe me when i say
my pain doubles yours upon
my own thoughts of blades and cars
to step into speed and show myself
the overwhelming light at the expense of others
a total stranger who would do time
for me to get a minute of peace
swim into the woods with my
lacey white skirt hope to be
mistaken for a ghostly bride
or maybe a haunted maiden
to be left alone yet crave human touch
it's such a mental paradox
a prison for which cure seems unattainable
i am a part of no one's life
leave me to the wolves
for they know no betrayal
leave me to the mushrooms
for they will make me live on
with every breath they take
they will finally make me useful.
