Soul Dwellers Poem by Brandi Stone

One more night in the tavern
staring at a cigarette machine
underage and overdressed
i feel i am the beauty queen
consumed by your persona
and the drug within your veins
confusion will unravel as
your canvas becomes remains
you could have been a person
but instead you are a vial
to the substance that's within you
unaware of your denial
the ones we cast our eyes upon
they know the lies they tell
their lives have been expended
now it's yours for which they dwell