Feeling Too Much

What They Want

Bare ground where flowers once stood
Arid mist where air once lay
Winter comes, she takes pleasure from the pain
The occasional sharp crack of thunder
Her heart beat often awry
As if she's waited for something more
For her mind to decide
Is this wrong, or is this fine

Flames burn her
Lost in the fog, the memories of time
Hit run, vultures fly overhead
Bats creep from the hollows of the bare trees, no green leaves
Her entire life, she's been told, those who get to God do more

What a burden she carries
Her grey skin reminds her
It's obvious what her choice should be
Why is everything a question?

Wretched limbs tangle her soul
It becomes clear what she can hide no more
Black fur, burnt wings, yet into the fog she flies
Can she keep going until light?
Thunder rants above her
The vultures are back, but lower
Grabbing squeaking creatures like her
Afraid of something more

Flowers grow within her mind
Fire burns them away
A blackened corpse of a once green life
Now forever taken away

As she soars, firmament is near
White clouds dwell
A figure emerges from the rainbow
A pearl necklace strung on her neck, a golden belt securing her waist, the lost mother of time
She reaches out to the exotic dazzle
Yet watches it float away
"What a disgrace"

Black doves leap into her mind
Bleeding, crimson regret stays behind
She looks into her soul
Once big, round eyes, now slits, nothing more
But little does she know, the glass has shattered

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the most broken one of all?
She that shuns her soul when others Leave it to die
But what if she's bad?
She who's done all but knows only fall
She who should have been accepted

But her eyes were blinded

Now flowers grow outside her window
And vines creep over her grave
"Life is but a dream," it says
So rot away