This is LifeShe drowsily floats through the world,
styles of life flashing before her eyes.
It's all a dream in a movie in a dream.
She delicately fixes her hair and then fucks it up.
She smiles because they say it will make her feel better,
but only tears and a grimace appear.
Mirrors are enemies sometimes.
Staring into eyes of strangers,
lost in thought and lust.
Not really sure of what goes on,
yet entirely knowing.
Things are fucked, she thinks.
These thoughts are not soothing,
but they soothe her aching mind of it's own self-absorbed world.
Her hair changes with the leaves,
her eyes grow sadder and wiser.
She floats as a ghastly sight through her life,
guilt and fear destroys.
Old songs pang old memories.
Loneliness. Insanity. Lust. Insanity.
Love. Insanity. Curiosity. Insanity.
Bravery. Loneliness. Insanity.
So much guilt she carries in her heart and over her shoulder.
Faces are beautiful. Raindrops too.
She's writing her wrist away and brooding in her darkness,
for she feels f
Freezing ColdHow frozen these times are;
Time flows slowly and rapidly,
All the same.
Frozen are my emotions,
Frozen am I about your
Figure slinking away in the day,
I am afraid.
Not of you.
I'm not sure of what.
But all I know is that my fear
And my general love of life,
Is not frozen.