She's got her eyes glued, the blind can sense her stare
It's a long way from the truth, but she knows its there.
Something on her mind has her thinking in new ways
A world where perfection and death together lays
In perfect harmony, it's the way she feels
About life, between alternate and real.
She believes one thing, sees the next
Hears about the first part, figures out the rest.
There may be a blank stare in her eyes but I can see more.
Somewhere its full of emotions in her soul.
She won't let them out something's on her mind
She reels backwards after she falls behind.
She's calling for help, no one can hear
Her shriveled heart layered with ice so shear
She smooths on her hatred, bloodrage in her pupils
Hiding the truth from the hopeless people
But I know, her soul wreaks of usage
new thinking no longer feeling useless.
She's not alone, theres ones who can see past her blank despair
And see the scared little girl that was once there
And we'll hold hands and watch the world burn
It's new thinking that her aching heart yearns
The pieces of the puzzle pulls together, it's the future beholding
Destruction of herself or the world is shaping and molding
Into the cracks her emotions rot away
Until the world sheds, burns and decays
It's not what she wants, it's her desire
She fears the world, but not the fire.
A simple wicked gleam that shines off a strangers teeth
She already knows who they are before they even meet
One simple kiss and the lust rages through her veins
Not love she feels, just the perfect kind of pain
I haven't looked into her eyes, and I know whats there
Hatred now, but then, she was scared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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