her pen poised her only escape from this world that burry’s her heart and chokes out her soul,
like smoke blotting out the sun...
her words move the paper
like old promises to a new love,
waiting... just waiting...
her tears began to fall the ink it runs like the wax from the candle near her bed,
with a flame that flickers with the images that fill her head..
broken like a window,
she lays upon the floor,
broken like the pieces she waits forever more..
like the flame the lite her candle she too has gone dem,
and when the wax had settled she lived her life in sin..