21 September, 2006

She cries to the man in the moon

There she lay in a pile of delusion.

Pulled under by the current situation

and smothered beneath real time reality.

She's full of past and present illusions.

it isn't as easy as you might think

Breaking down her stone built walls

at the end she's bleeding fast

as her dreams fall down the sink.

she screams , in a color so gallant

she cries to the man in the moon

she laughs herself to oblivion

she hates the ever present challenge.

Cold and alone she's warmed by the dying night

upon awaking she follows the morning star

into the day of new found freedom

She'll go it alone this time with out a fight.

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