They say from where I've came
And where I've been
That I broke everyone's heart
And I did it laughing.
She took off
running
running from herself....
Sweet revelry mocking her
trails.
happy trails.
Such a pretty little life—
like a Lily in the Valley—
growing among the weeds;
waiting to be strangled.
Destruction of
beauty,
life, love
all for the sake of
word combinates.