dynamic [poetry]

??? - breakdown

You can find her in her room, wallowing in the gloom of
Oppression, degradation, and words untrue

She saw all she needed and he's done all he did
But the words have spoiled and gone rancid

Now she sits and finds comfort in cold metal and gritty glass and no matter what,
This feeling lasts

Despite all being said, her tears run red
Her bones gone weak
And her eyes full of dread