Holding on to her lifless body
I weep she was the only one
watching the sparkle in her eye
return to the warm sun
her temple ruined by toxicity
soul scarred by the past
tried to use a needle to erase history
but life is written in permanent ink
an omnipotent play write wontrols what we think
we try so desperately to through the fourth wall
but the pieces crush us when they fall
