no one heard the
crys at night
or the demons she did fight
or the whispers
of her love
carried softly by a dove
an eternal
symphonic
memory of him
layed silent in her
pseudo grins
the pain she felt
was unexposed
buried deep inside
resentment of
the life she chose
and all the times she lied
she was always kind of quiet
but no one could believe
her fabricated ecstacy
she had the world decieved
she purged her soul
and sliced her skin
and she marveled at
herself so thin
she dissapeared
but left a trace
reminescence of
a certain grace
so again, she inhaled
a smoke so sweet
it doesnt burn any longer
she knew his pain
was her defeat
and she wished that
she was stronger
she got high to
escape herself
sometimes just to
pass the time
and her heart will always
beat in sync
to the bassline of sublime
she found a catatonic peace
in an evanescent haze
and she knew
that after all
this life's simply a maze
the stiches are gone
but her scars are still there
and they will be forsaken
with her last breath of air
so before you say you last goodbyes
and lay her in the earth
be sure you're all undoubtedly high
and she's in her tye dye shirt
remember that she loved you
more than you could
ever imagine
and the dire things she did
were nothing you could fathom
her transmissions had been sent
and they finally came through
and they reileved a
lifelong heartache
she'd become accoustomed to.
confessions from an angel
to her white expanse of clouds
when all she ever wanted was
to make her daddy proud