Blank
Her eyes remain blank
She stares with deep thought
Her face shows no emotion
Put in this world to rot
Her music blaring,
She sits still as stone, staring
her lip quivers,
up her spine, she shivers
Stuck with a look so miserable and so cold
Is she alive?
Does she cry?
Is she pretty?
Does she have that certain twinkle in her eye?
Look closely, Her face you see smiling.
Her mind, She's slowly dying.
---[ SKITZ ]--- 2006
Copyright © Tawny Toxic | Year Posted 2008
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