Random Thoughts🌙

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Tick tock, tick tock

Go by hours on the dreaded clock

Smiling through rivers of tears,

All her makeup she smears.

Laughing off her sorrow and pain

Because what would she ever gain.

Loneliness was addictive,

Feeling nothing close to submissive.

Just her demons and shadows

Ghosts beckoning from far, abandoned gallows.

Sitting with a broken heart,

Turning to silver and skin for art.

Expressing everything she could feel

Nothing ever felt so real.

Raising her head to the sky

She let out a soul wrecking cry.

The stars twinkling

Her blood glistening;

Would someone save her?

Snatch the tools away from her

Or would she be left on her own,

Turning to ice and stone.

Maybe there was hope for better days to come 

But in this moment she felt there would be none.