Wired To Kill
Once upon a time, when clocks weren't real,
Around the same time no one knew how to feel.
A beautiful woman strolled through the square,
A smirk on her face she knew people would stare.
But not one pair of eyes pointed in her direction,
Just silent winds, howling at her reflection.
The woman was amazed at this unusual reaction,
So she let her smile do all of the action.
Still, no one looked, no one cared,
Nothing but her smile and the sun's red glare.
Outraged by this mysterious place,
Thoughts in her mind as she started to pace.
Looking around, she ...