She was made of ashes and dust
you could touch her if you must
and she'd crumble, then rise
feel the fire in her eyes
and her heart beat softly, slow
you never knew where she'd go
she'd disappear, simple & quick
treat it like a magic trick
answer to curiosity like it's her name
these are different devils in this game
some days she just wants to give up
tired of bitterness in this broken cup
and sadness that she wears like a cloak
she can't find the humor in this joke
only the blackness that closes in
will she sink or can she swim
against the night, against the stars
hearing the rush of passing cars
and feeling the grass beneath her feet
emptiness never felt so sweet
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